• Words have a tendency
    to heal a soul.
    A broken child can find
    her dreams in books.
    Poems can save someone
    from them self.
    Books can save the world
    from the blood bath of tomorrow.

    When the written word dies
    so dies my sanity.
    Words have indeed healed
    my own soul.
    My broken heart has found
    a dream among books.
    Poems saved me
    from my own self.

    I escaped the blood bath of everyday
    into the books that hold my soul.
    Into the world of dreams
    that is all so full of lies.