Within These Pages
Within These Pages
I found myself trapped in
A basement with a guy
Who didn’t notice me, in fact, ignored me
And he seemed rather shy.
When I checked upstairs
A girl with a stolen book
To my left, an accordionist
To my right, an cook
I turned around
And the scenario had changed
A thunder marked guy with a wand
And a noseless guy who was raged
I knew it was not the time
To ask where I was
So I moved, aside and saw them fight
But never did I know the cause
Then a bolt struck me in
And I drifted away
Now I was drowning in a lake of chocolate
It is as weird as I say
Towards my left
Was a pale, skinny boy
With him a caned, absurd man
And a grandpa overwhelmed with joy
I slipped a bit of my drowning
And with the hope, I closed my eyes
Well it did sort of work
I opened and I heard televised cheer and cries
I was in an arena
Surrounded by 23 more who prayed for their savior
And then from nowhere, I heard a sound
“Let the odds be ever in your favor”
I knew what this meant
So I went forward and knelt
And prayed to the almighty
To free me from this veldt
And continuing my prayers
I opened my eye, tired and weary
I was eaten by a couch, books by my side
After all, I was in a library
I bent forward, feeling foolish
And felt the books with all those different names
Book thief, harry potter, Charlie, and the chocolate factory
And of course the hunger games.