The Book

It’s not that you don’t understand it The words do not tell the tale It’s not that you’ve forgotten the meaning Just the yarn is full of betrayal Promises given without proof of gift The book does not deliver the prize Hidden meaning between the pages that lift Now complete the literal surprise So there’s more to the story than at first thought More depth more illusion more fear I’ve started it now and I am hooked And the end is all drastically near I’m catching my breath as I turn the last page Will the pieces fall into place The sentences seem to linger and age And tears roll down my sad face