• Lorna Ilena Bussue

The Open Book

Updated: Oct 16, 2019

This book I did not know

So I read interestedly

And saw pictures of what the writer

Would like me to be

There are many of his kind

That are easy to find

From their twisted plots

Where depth of character is hard to find

And readers are bombarded

with imagery numbhearted

In their effort to shape the mind

I foolishly followed the cuckoo's call

As its falsity was much belied

By youthness of experience

That rendered me blind

I did not though, a cynic become

Although the pages

Smirked in dense philosophy

Were formatted to make me cold

and unbelieving in what I could be

But the spark by another was already ignited

And kept on burning

So I could never forget

The truth of whom I was meant to be.

Lorna Ilena Smithen Bussue.


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