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
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