For me to awake

Then hitting me

With everything

He want me to do for him…

It overwhelming…

Needing an audience

To repeat everything

He reads or sees

My reading daily

Is a constant problem

For others

Who don’t share my love

For books

Yet having to listen

To their loves for sports

Cooking, fishing, golf etc

Seems to make me

Odd, and disrespectful

I’m their eyes…

I don’t read them passages

From the books I read

I try to disappear in

The pages…

In their misdst

While they yell out

At every pass, tackle

And field goal

As I remain lost

In the characters

And senery on the pages..,

To them a quiet passion

Seems to make me odd…

One needs to disregard

Me and become immersed

In their passion without

Having to pound

It into me…