I turn through the maze of knowledge.
The weight of the books push the bolts to breaking.
The shelves fall and books crash down into the sea.
Perhaps if I cast a net into this sea,
I would not find myself lost between the sections of QU and RA.
What if I just sink in?
Let the ink from the pages sink into my pores.
If I drown myself in knowledge,
Will the librarian smile
As she plays the organ at my funeral?
Closed casket.
The weight of the books push the bolts to breaking.
The shelves fall and books crash down into the sea.
Perhaps if I cast a net into this sea,
I would not find myself lost between the sections of QU and RA.
What if I just sink in?
Let the ink from the pages sink into my pores.
If I drown myself in knowledge,
Will the librarian smile
As she plays the organ at my funeral?
Closed casket.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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