A book is a sedative,
Putting my troubled mind to sleep.
It takes me right out of chaos,
To another world, so blissfully deep
A book is a haven,
From the stormy seas of contention,
Where my vessel of emotions can wait,
Till sunshine breaks through the clouds of tension.
A book is a secret door,
To a world of tremendous knowledge and beauty,
Where the mind can live and grow and flourish,
Till dragged back by the collar, to duty!
A book is my best friend,
Who in moments of agony holds my hand.
A source of comfort and bittersweet joy;
My stout shield in a cruel and merciless land.