They were a nice distraction for a short take. My way of escape from everything.
I finally found how to have a break.
They made me happy,
I was watching someone's life with the perfect certainty that no matter what bad occurred - it was all fiction and felt dandy.
They were a nice distraction.
But they were a distraction.
Reality doesn't take only a few days to hit you hard in the gut
The books fall out of your hands.
The hands that all that pain has sliced and cut.
Books gave me hope with their optimism.
But they weren't real, neither was their optimism.
I want my book to help restart my damaged core.
But I just can't read the words.
Not now- not when hell is knocking on my door.
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
PoesíaMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
