Books

Dying at a slow pace

Placed in the middle and below

High and low

The glass cased

Locked doors

With rusted keyholes

Books are left to die,

They are their to breathe their last

The smell of rot is everywhere

In the air

Damp, suffocating

The termites

Eat into the spine and pages

Seams and papers

Words and sentences

Paras and pages

The whole of book

Book are left to die

The thoughts and ideas

Poetry and fictions

Essays and logic

History and mysteries

Travels and voyages

Ventures and Adventures

All gone is let begone

Books are dying

in the ignorance.