I'm not gonna read this book;

never was.

The pages empty

like the world that envelopes me.

Even here,

where once was peace,

I'm restless.

No new worlds to explore,

only overgrown weeds.

Special places now gone,

only in memories remain;

and the forest is empty

as trees collapse and disappear.

Not an environmentalist,

but my childhood home is gone.

Changed with time,

I watched it whither.

New inhabitants, new owner;

new cupboards, new door.

My freedom, my peace,

was torn from me

and is now unattainable.

This book,

it's worthless.

And I walk away,

leaving it to float to the forest floor.