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by NissY Jan 4, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Allot wonder Why a book Why bury my self within it's words While others are available to embrace I search for words I find none I feel a need to explain my self But hold it back For I was never good When it came to speeches And so I sat to write it down... Years spent Complaining For I felt incomplete Slowly I used to retreat To the shadows of my being Where I used to cry my self to sleep Some how it struck me From the depth I was wrenched Those books I read Some how quench my thrust Unconditionally oblige to my needs Don't have to ask But Simply gives I sail away Thru it's words As Ralph Waldo said: The sentiment they instill Are of more value then any thought they may contain. A rush of fulfillment Never disappointmentThru them I live a life Not theirs But mine
by Raven Roth
I luved that. It explained what I have always done.