Library Poem by Dylan Rivera
Library
We’re all rats.
Our fingers typing,
Sounding like mice,
Scattering cupboards.
Lying barely awake to fill our quota
Of accomplishment.
Silences louder than any operatic shout.
Gulping down food substances
That sound like car collisions.
Whispers,
Like thunderous rain.
That boy over there flipping pages,
mine as well be slapping the desk.
The library is the loudest place I know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:20:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it makes sence... and its somewhat true... i like your rythm its pretty good too. nice write :)