Remember
Monday: burn; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday burn the ashes...
Books are hated and feared.
Not sure? NO!...
Pretty sure. I'm happy; I'm not!
We had done nothing to stop it...
"You think too many thoughts."
You are peculiar.
Still crazy... It isn't RIGHT!
Don't you love anyone?
Don't you remember?
I think she's dead.
GET AWAY, RUN!
She's dead.
I don't feel much of anything.
This can't be right.
Everything, gone with the fire.
I WILL remember...
Too aware of the world? No...
Man has his good side too.
Afraid we might forget? Yes...
I remembered ;
We just begin at the beginning.
THISISSUPPOSEDTOBEAPAGEBREAK
Author's Note
Thanksfor reading my first poem\story thing ever posted! In case you are wondering what all the jumping around in thoughts is about, this was written to make it feel like the reader is in the main character's head and is surrounded by the voices of his conscious,the voice that society forced into existance, and the voice of what he percieves going on around him as he changes his opinions and views of society...Sorry if that's confusing but this started as an assignment that I was only allowed to used sentenes already in the novel so I did my best, please review!