Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and wish the darkness away.
Don’t let moss grow between your keys.
No webs to swirl around the letters.
Greenery belongs outside.
Words belong inside
On the page,
In the book.
I must venture inside.
There’s nothing to hide.
The words will lead me
to a place to be me.
THIS WALL
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
In a quiet spot
On a soft chair
In the sun’s spotlight
I will read a book
Eyes wide open
Pages turning
Sunlight streaming in
I will read a book
Hands trembling
Tears falling
Sun warming my body
I will read a book
by Karolina Danek
Books change me.
They influence me
And make me theirs.
I become their characters.
I live their stories.
A perfect spot for me.
Books as far as you can see.
Covering the high walls.
Even lining the halls.
Stories for me to read.
Nothing more I would need.
