my life,
its a book.
each chapter,
with something different to read.
some read the whole book,
to find,
it wasn't what,
they expected.
it was sad.
scary.
some think the books,
to much.
not their type of read.
and they close the book.
it's so much,
to finish.
so, those never know what's exactly there.
the last few chapters,
of my book.
they are filled with dust.
it's been quite awhile,
since somebody finished my book.
so, there
its lays in the back of the bookshelf.
awaiting its next reader.

-l.j.t.