Dusty Old Tomes

Because we all have those days where we just wish someone would ask what we were thinking.

Dusty Old Tomes

by Kari Olsen

My pen lays flat on the table.

What to do? Pick it up

Grasp it tight, start to write.

So many thoughts are inside me.

Scribble fast, let them out.

Shed a tear, no one’s here.

All my thoughts scratched out on paper.

And what now, do I share?

Out of sight, hold them tight.

Dusty old tomes in the closet.

Full of thoughts, never seen.

Smell the must, see the dust.

If anyone wanted to read them,

If they asked, I would share.

But they don’t, so I won’t.