Why so many books sit on my wall, you ask?
They are my companions from dusk till dawn
And dusk again.
They are my teachers of everything old, new
Or something I discovered, and then again.
They stand there, my dream-catchers
Taking me on adventures in my dreams
guarding me against nightmares
No matter how hellish they seem.
My heroes, my villains, my lovers from fiction,
The witches, the warlocks, the dwarfs, the elves,
All of them rest together
On those very shelves.
My tears, laughs, confusion, joys
My disappointments, crushes and inspiration
Are all there in those pages
Recording and resting in a safe haven.
No, they are not an escape,
But a paper fortress of knowledge
That would stand the test of time,
The only sanity in this world that now stands on the edge.
For when the humanity is lost
And the surviving souls would look for mindful shelter,
In these books would they find
the source of hope and even a mentor
To begin building the world with a soul again.