Sep 10
What if this is my deathbed?
Surrounded by collected parchment
From old to new
Smell of burnt tobacco and aged paper
Toxins in the air you breath into
“Yesterday” by the Beatles playing in the background
A woman talking to about her husbands affair with the store owner
Reading poetry on the old wooden floor
Surrounded by collected parchment
From old to new
Smell of burnt tobacco and aged paper
Toxins in the air you breath into
“Yesterday” by the Beatles playing in the background
A woman talking to about her husbands affair with the store owner
Reading poetry on the old wooden floor
I wrote this poem during a period of sadness. It’s about the warm comfort I found in a bookstore. The mix scent of paper and tobacco was like a huge hug to the soul. The background chatter and music was very soothing, and I wished to just sit on the floor and read forever. Thank you for reading.
