Hey, book lovers.

Bit of a while since I’ve posted a poem on here, right? Well, I thought I’d put a little something up since I haven’t really done much in the last few weeks. I hope you like it.


The lover’s touch can be a forbidden dream

masked by desire

the fear is hard to hide

you’re contained like a bird in a cage

without a real prayer

living in a dangerous world

where fury is at the heart of the culture and religion

of which they communicate

clutching onto something dear

by the camps and the fires

the boy in the striped pajamas

his innocence

and her magic

no one lives and no one dies


Thanks guys, I hope you liked it!

Happy reading!