Bookworm
Location
So much noise, people talking,
I probably look out of place,
But they all keep walking.
All so busy, moving at a quick pace..
In these white pages I find relief,
In here the perfect space.
Few understand, and that’s fine with me.
I will attempt to explain this,
And I’ll try and be brief.
When life gets complicated, this is bliss.
A simple solution, a sweet escape,
Not something to be dismissed,
Broken hearts, we know, can’t be fixed with tape.
But for me, an easy distraction
Is poring over each compelling page.