Bondage
I often look at my bookshelf and it dawns on me
the beauty that it holds is far greater than
what I ever will see. In all that it seems and what the
eyes see, what the heart seeks, I shall never know.
I often look at the dust that is now taken hostage of
these marvels. I try to brush it off and I stop, as if
forcing it to take me too for my story is in there,
somewhere, not known to anybody. I often hold
my breath and try to count all those stories that
reminded me of mine, I hold my breath in hopes
of forgetting to breathe for I shall seek solace in
my dusty host drifting to the world that is my own.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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