A book is somewhere I can hide,
it gives relief from the pain inside.
Another world existing only in our minds,
reality of another kind.
You can go there but not travel at all.
An escape from within your walls.
The dark shadows of the dawn,
when hope seems lost and dreams forlorn.
A book lays beside my bed.
I will travel there in my head.
Finally sleep arrives.
The book has helped me to survive.
© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw