Bookworm

It's amazing how the changes of our lives turn quickly in a book Wondering how exactly I'm caught staring not knowing where to look The pages torn, the binding frayed It's hard to love, another day The lens is dark, the light is dim The cover cracked, the shadow grins You slowly nibble bites into the stories, and memories you've found The pile of my words and all their letters are bodies on the ground It's suicide, the wrong the right I cannot see, the other side But life moves on, in black and white While colors fade, in wading light