#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.
Yet, in these shelves here I am;
Labeled "W" then put to the weak.
Blessed are they, and I'm damned.
The pages of mine is wet;
The characters in there must have weep --
George Orwell's dystopic novellette --
Yes! I am an open book,
But none did ever tried to read;
None did ever touch, or pull a page.
It is because in these journey I am alone;
And I am just of King Odyssey.

© Anonymous Pseudonym