Mindless Bookshelf Poem by achilles amelie magnolia

there's an old shelf in my mind, it's how my mind works
the shelf filled with books galore, but the books hold titles
the titles of desperation and isolation
i hate these books, they remind me too much
the times of my lowest, it hurts, god!
it hurts too bad to want the remembrance
to desire such a thing is to be a monster in itself
who would want this! i scream into the abyss behind the shelf
where once i laid somberly awaited in drowning manifestations
i'll affirm my luck and the probability i'll make it
so until my eyes are pictured how i've been screaming in silence to my mother
i'll build my shelf higher, wider, thinker, stacking and stacking new books
books i bought in my father's neglect, my isolated room, in my mother's words so cruel
that old shelf will stand, till i tilt it to crash, i'll add my books with time and places.