Bookworm

It's amazing how the changes of our lives turn quickly in a book

Wondering how exactly I'm caught staring not knowing where to look

The pages torn, the binding frayed

It's hard to love, another day

The lens is dark, the light is dim

The cover cracked, the shadow grins

You slowly nibble bites into the stories, and memories you've found

The pile of my words and all their letters are bodies on the ground

It's suicide, the wrong the right

I cannot see, the other side

But life moves on, in black and white