My Desk.

My desk.
Littered with books.
I love how they sit there, eager, shouting, Are you going to read me now?!  – Read me first! – No! Read meeee first! – But I’m on top and she see’s my cover getting dusty. She really ought to open my pages first. I have so many tales to share with her!
A small voice laboriously weeps from the depths, But I am here being crushed by the weight of the world upon me. Book after burdensome book is heaved atop the next, leaving my words, like a faint memory, lost upon pages. So you see, I should be plucked from the bowels of this heavy laden life and I should be read first!
But alone they sit, awaiting their spines to be cracked.
She neglects.

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~ by kagomesakura on March 28, 2011.

2 Responses to “My Desk.”

  1. what a woderful words you have written, i hopr that every one who can read these words benfit from them and share them for the others.Best Regards

  2. thank you. this is one of my favorites that I’ve written.
    ~kagome

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