
I don’t think I like this chapter
The pages I try to read
The words come too fast
Stop this turning, I plead
But they keep rolling
The story’s on repeat
I try to stop it, digging in my feet
It has my jacket
Pulling at the seams
The book is out of control
Tearing at the dreams
Women, men and children
Falling left and right
Even in a novel, a terrible sight
I close the ugly tome
Put it back on the shelf
I need a fairytale
To remind myself
There is a dream, even a fantasy
That will come true in the end
Until the chapters are rewritten
No reading time I’ll spend.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 7, 2026
Lovely poem. And a good decision not to read the book until the chapters are rewritten. I certainly feel that way when it comes to thrillers.😊
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