So many words,
Swimming across the pages.
Entire galaxies,
Life breathing deeply between the binds.
Submerging into the endless links,
Portals to escape.
The bitter reality of our own existance.
Words run their lives,
What's to say we are not bond.
Forever to repeat a cycle,
Starting and ending,
Unwilling at their mercy.
Words bind us,
We are but a page,
In the vast library of our jailor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem