A Book Poem by TravisNeal Williams

It was the first day of autumn when i found the book.
Buried under a tree where it could be forgotten.
Some deep concern fell over me as i gazed a look.
What awful secrets are held here within.
My concerns aside i delved within this thing.
Preparing myself for the worst that could happen.
A single page was binded between.
No words were written just visions of sin.
They lept off the page showing me horrors.
Instantly i began to weep, i swelled with anger.
I could not contain myself but i had to see more.
My soul seemed to leave me stranger.
What was becoming of me i had not a clue.
I faced the worst of all humanity there in that book.
So i did what anyone would do.
I laid down the thing i so feverishly took.
I calmed myself and let go of my rage.
I simply turned the page.