In a book

I knew a desperate, lonely man
he lived in a room in a book
he read…he thought
he prayed…he wrote
he searched for what it took
He tried to dream of a life in the world
he tried to live in his dreams
he tried to follow a thread to it’s end
but found he just pulled loose his seams
I guess he got tangled
in one of the knots
and pulled all the thread from the spools
For now he sits
tied up in his thoughts
in his laughter the mocking of fools
And the eyes still hold a glimmer
that one time shone full bright
but this desperate would-be sinner
got scalded by his own light
The vision he held so lofty
his ideals and all of his whys
were struck down, crumpled, earthbound
His truths were stuffed full of lies
Yes, he dreamed of a world and a lifetime
and he died in a room in a book
and the world like a lamp will be dimmed
by the light of the life it forsook.

1981 © J. Nichols

In a book

JDNarts

Lansdale, United States

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This poem was written about a good friend that I watched “fall into” himself, and my recognition in myself of some of what he was going through at the time. (He has since “resurfaced” I’m happy to say.)

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