A Book Review

Rustles of an open book 
Accompany sighs of disgust--or contentment? 
He sits in a corner critiquing my existence: 
A pitiful plot; 
A conceivable climax; 
Or perhaps he marvels at the illustrious diction. 
This meritorious man whom I hate to love, 
Gives a positive review--or an act of sympathy? 
His face is difficult to ascertain. 
I wait to hear of the book's mental strain. 
Instead the book is ardently placed in my hand 
He simply says I'm glad dear, that you are my friend.

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741