Decidedly!
He claimed to be
The same man he used to see
What is there to see?
Undecided.
He felt the pages breathe
On his bare shoulders
Whispering in his conscience
Heart whispering in silence
As it grew colder
The cover is much too heavy
Heavy.
Heavy.
Much too heavy.
Heavy.
Heavy.
Undecidedly!
He clained to be
The same man he used to see
What is there to see?
...
His hands touched
With sweaty fingers
The dirty pages on the floor
They have been torn
Hunched back, no more!
Decidedly!
He claimed to be!
He claimed to be!
What is there to see?
Everything!
2012
Erica Borges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-idea-7/
