The Power of Words
I crack the spine
Microbes of dust and magic mix with the atmosphere
I am instantly transported
To a land of
Stories of hope
And defeat,
War
And peace,
Love
And Death.
For precious hours I am consumed in the adventures
I meet with old friends
I see old heroes
I am changed
And I can forget
Who I am
Sometimes I am able to forget where I am
On this
Island
Alone
Sand my only companion
Until I open the book.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.