Everyday, I spent, back in the corner,
of the old library,
my self made sanctuary,
as I sat hidden among,
the books,

A fortress of literature all my own,
bookshelf upon bookshelf,
between me and the world,

I was at home, there, in the tomes,
my friends, Keats, Shakespeare, Milton,
they said little, but spoke volumes,

Their pages stained with age,
yellow paper, corners rent,
folded over by some less caring,

From my little nook,
my little literary cave,
I could hear the coming,
and going of students,
and students and professors alike,
the laughter, and the click,
of computer keys,

I sat there among the old books,
my friends sitting on dusty shelves,
a table of my own,
just a little paperback,

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Matthew Donnellon is a writer, artist, and sit down comedian. He is the author of The Curious Case of Emma Lee and Other Stories.

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