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The Library

As I look inside myself
all these books I must reshelf
Each day a new one I do find
some only a page, others too large to bind
Each day I waste away
reading of some past day
Leaving them strewn upon the floor
the present too often I ignore
Only a day it takes to clutter my head
a mental twitch shakes the shelves of the past once dead
Filling the aisles with backwards smiles
showing pages of my age old denials
I, the librarian cannot clean this all alone
so to a friend I let it be known
Together we challenge the feat
of placing back each book correctly and neat
But like all people, I wander again
and pull out a tale of a past who and when
Many of these books I should brightly burn
but the courage I lack and yet do yearn
The reason I think I do know why
I never got to say good-bye
And so I hope that soon one day
all these books will be put away
But in the clutter though I do see
this haunting past shape my destiny

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© 2007 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on April 4, 2007 in
Emotion: Fear, Type: Poetry/Prose