The Wise Page

Living for an eternity

Hidden among my siblings

I long for a touch, a look,

My few minutes of fresh air

My cheer is long lost

For many of my brothers have withered away

Frightened the wisdom tattooed on me

Is waiting to fade away in time

Nostalgic am I sometimes

On the day I was born in the press

We clapped aloud .. As stories were born

A dark pride filled my heart

For we are not for illiterates

Fools we were when destiny whispered before our creation

That showcases are our coffin

Now sitting on a vanity bookshelf, Stacked body over body

Unbearable is the smell of rotten death

I wait to see my love, curious eyes,

Flip me over once more, kind fingers,

And I shall rest in peace

Never to complain again.