Reading - A short poem

The written word – oh how it tumbles and its myriad characters rise

As if Black, Letters Like Flies rise up and Follow

The lines written on the page of sorrow

Where countless fall, die, torment, flee

As if aflame from Reality

And we, we lucky few who survive the trouble, toil and spew

That spills over into every word, chapter, verse and rhyme,

We finally sit down comfortably, sublime.

To enjoy what is left of our shattered universe,

For what we see is but the written verse.