Day 190 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day bibliophile meaning: "
a person who collects or has a great love of books."
I question what happens next
I hope the answer will come to me and I won't have to find it
That's a pleasant idea
But my head burns with longing
To seize upon an invisible thread and pull it bare, to rip open the vein and expose the meat of something
I sit in a chair and drift along
Quite silent and contemplating
The air is pleasant enough neither stale nor fresh
My legs are squashed and compressed
I foresee a long hill and the sun beating down
I see water at the top waiting for me
Cool quenching glorious
I shall not run and the road will be long
I doubt I'll find anything there than
A mundane pleasant evening
That I can sink into
Like a fat man groaning into the folds of a familiar lounge
I know that a movie plot will not find me there is not yet a turning point im aware of and im the author so that's a problem
I prefer reading
A natural bibliophile
Writing was never my strong suit.
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