Lonely Book

The pages
lie like orphans
hiding between
the covers

Do I dare

neglect the cries

that cannot make

themselves heard

The power

desires my own

empowerment

to set free

The spirit

conceived and bound

is shut between

dual fonts

Vulgar and

profoundly closed

until opened

a liquid

Crystallized

dignity on

display for all

who would read

A lonely

book stealing

hours, days, months, years

to pick up.