Depth of Death

Out walking- I saw huge garbage dumpsters full of words, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds of books just thrown away; words, words, words in heaps of withered ruin like dead birds. oh, without books this world will be a ravaged garden dead, the drum of time has ceased for these words- I dread; and I feel a dark pain and hang my head like a flower in decay. The depth of my deep sorrow shouts out for such a sad death, my agony for verses that glide is beyond these earthly bounds; and words, like new ghosts scream out in their last breath. If I could dear books, I would rescue you from this heap , for not even shadows will linger- just a scar of death to weep; how HORRIBLE, that words are now measured as trash in pounds. ______________________ December 25, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Depth of Death Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1098-172-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, 'Rhyme Time 7- Deep and Dark' sponsor- Lu Loo - Theme chosen - #1 Depth of Death First Place