The Book
A closed book can never answer
The inner feelings of the soul
Where right and wrong seek approval
As answers can't be found in stone
Reason lurks in every corner
As belief just twists in the wind
Sometimes cause of that forgotten
Becomes the mirror of your sin
Words are but tomorrow's shadow
The feast is over time is rent
You slowly gaze where fragments lay
And despair like an empty Lent
Ashes stained from the burning flames
Contain the rainbows of your youth
Sift memories on bended knees
Yet even now there is no truth
Words so shallow without repent
Even now with no hope in lies
Mouthing words not sincerely meant
Trying hard to retrieve lost time
Now empty days of aches and pains
You take the book into your hands
With feeble eye heart opens wide
A teardrop falls you understand


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Heart felt....
Blessings and best wishes - S,
I have heard many poems about the love of words and books, and yours is one of the most heartfelt. I truly love it. Thanks so much.
"Now empty days of aches and pains
You take the book into your hands
With feeble eye heart opens wide
A teardrop falls you understand"
WOW!
I haven't read you before, we are in different groups. The thanks goes to Barbara B. for a search well worth the time.
Write On.