The Book

Bitter I am not, I love how you left Better I am, you placed the book back on the shelf Blowed off the dust, hell you even read a few chapters Skipped the preface it was the climax you was after The Author and orator was one in the same Focused on the title when it only told the name How much was learned from reading the first page Difficult and complex all an introduction to the rage An afterword is all that i seek now years afterwards Am I the best you ever read or the best you could afford Never mind the answer, hope there was a lesson to be learned There are a few more chapters and plenty of pages to turn Omniscient, yet the story was still in first person At a point of closure before the conflict could worsen It was all a mystery, a puzzle just to figure out Uncertainity and anxiety was only to create doubt Captured your imagination and inspired you to read Elevated the level of understanding from planting the seed Bitter i am not, i love how you left I am in my rightful place Waiting on the next reader, here perched on the shelf...