The Book of Wonder

 

The Book of Wonder

I am trapped inside.

I turn each new page with a sense of dread, yet

I cannot stop.

Every night the book opens its pages for me.

Every night I enter its world of nightmares willingly.

I cannot stop.

The book writes itself so masterfully.

New chapters show up all the time.

Now I know I will never finish it.

It would be so easy to leave.

The book’s embrace is tender and soft.

The door to my prison is wide open.

Yet, I cannot escape.

I sleep during the day.

I sway softly in my silk hammock.

At night the book opens its pages for me.

I await each new chapter with a sense of dread.

I enter the world of nightmares willingly.

I know these stories too well.

I am the one who writes them, yet

I cannot stop.

GloPoWriMo Day 1 - Judging the book by its cover