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.
Posted on March 31, 2012, in The Forgotten Gift and tagged Book, Books, friend, Sanctuary. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
i love this because i know that the books i read make me go to another world, where my imagination takes over and i can escape real life for a little bit as i am completely absorbed in my book, in my land. a book never lets you down and when it is a good book it makes you feel like best friends as you know everything about the book when you finish :)
I’m glad you could identify with it. :) Books are the best companions, indeed! They’ve rescued me from many a sordid moment.
i first noticed the graphics…..so ur ps is working now :)…good job!
loved the poem marieeam!!!! u n ur imaginations, MA………keep it up!!!