Poem – “In the Library”

In the Library

Drawn in by shelves of soothing ochre
But kept here by an aura mysterious
Cobwebs in the dark, come into my parlor
Says the skeletal hand of a horror
Drawn away from that fate by fairydust
From a fantasy all too enticing,
Ducking from gunshots, an action, a war
Contained to the shelves of a store
Tearing through pasts retold,
Futures imagined, just to find the door
Leave with only the one you were looking for

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