I once loved the books so much
Seeing them made me glad
Now they sadden me
I do not read them anymore
I do not go back to them
They are just there as things
They are not worth anything anymore to me
But they remind me of how much I cared for them once
Each one a special treasure
Now I don't care for them
They make me sad
They tell me how empty I have become
And how little interests me
It is true that when I die
Worlds of information will die with me
Some of which I alone have
But it doesn't seem to matter anymore
All the learning
All the knowledge
Once it meant so much
And now it is nothing as I soon will be nothing
The books that once brought me happiness
Now bring me sadness
Empty I am and empty I will be
Until I need to read again.
Good Bye Tomes Tomes! there was a time when you guided me, you did a wonderful job by keeping me in control, you saved me from mental disorders, and many foolish acts. When I came to know love is my only instinct, and all other instincts are slaves of love, and now when I fell in love with beauty, I find beauty is enough for me, and it’s scattered not only on the earth, but all over the universe, space less, timeless, and, bounds less! Now I don’t need a tome, So with love I bid farewell to you. Good Bye Tomes! (Here is my new poem Bri Edwards, and you inspired me to write it)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem!