Monday, February 13, 2017

Rob Schackne #244 - "I stole a book that told me"


        I stole a book that told me
        about the other stolen books
        but they had lost their way...
        I know a few still hang in trees
        some even wait by the seaside

        for clouds to bring a rain of words
        & the wind to caress the last leaves
        they were tired of holding on to
        & perhaps the morning says
        I am tired of this life of crime
        the birds were hard awake
        where I lost my youth.


  1. very nice! the last line is very powerful and left me thinking about what would trully be losing one's own youth.... at what particular moment, what provoked this kind of "awareness", what it means and entails etc ...


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