I look at the towering shelves that enchant me with their dust,
And their books sitting there like a superlative throne.
I find the quiet a blessing,
Because I know they won't forever be silent.
They scream and shout at me with their open covers,
For losing my only treasure.
As I hear a screech coming from my throat,
Telling them to leave my alone.
Their words float gracefully in the air,
Until they pin me to the ground like chains.
They create a snake's tongue out of ink,
And suffocate me.
They take the place I once called a salvation no more,
And replaced it with a world of war.
Between me and my sister,
And how many I could take home.
For all the pain they do give me,
I am scared I would never see them again.
That they will hide behind shelves,
Or jump in someone else's arms.
If only I had my gold,
I could take all the gems I desire.
There wouldn't be a limit,
The one my devilish sister places on me.
I must remember next time,
To find my own library card.