Books are the bricks that build my cell
Pages the chains that bind me
No partner, no love, nor friends to quell
This solitude that rages around me
A barren confession, to shameful to tell
A hollow life, unlived, left behind me
A life sentence served and a lifetime to dwell
On this loneliness that will always surround me.
Book of Pages
October 22, 2009 by kozmikfish



