Mocking Book

They stand there and they mock

Mock me in my pain.

I sneak a glance at the clock

Don’t they understand what I’m trying to gain?

I move closer so I can see all of them,

And all of them can see me.

I stare until the words start to blend

And am perfectly aware that they were all made from a tree.

The pages sit and wait for feeling

Trying to pull me in.

The pages sit and wait for meaning

Trying to make me grin.

They stand there and they mock

Mock me in my pain

Sitting there and staring

What is it that they gain?

I scoot across the floor

My socks collect the dust

My hand reaches for the door,

But then I think, ‘I must’

Reaching for the one on top

It weighs heavily in my hand

Falling into the chair with a flop

I watch the others stand

They stand there and they mock

Mock me in my pain

Waiting for my next move

I think they know that I am about to train.

I open it up and turn the page

Throwing a quick glance across the room

This one is filled with rage

But the characters are just starting to bloom

The tale goes on and my eyes covet more

The others are getting restless

Unaware of what I have in store

They stand there and they mock

Mock me in my pain

This one is almost over

But what have I managed to gain?

The words told me what I desired

Sitting in my window nook

They told me that I would aspire

To read another book