Dosen of close books
You can see even their shadows
From here in the front door
Of room field with dust in the floor
Opening them one by one,
Impossible, to be done
My Mother locked them all
Not wanting to read by so many people
But I am here, in her fantasy
Trying to re-open her dead legacy.
YOU ARE READING
Just So You Know
PoetryFeelings turned into poetry. This book is composed of poems written by an eighteen year old aspiring writer... Just so you know.
