Underappreciated

We're forced to watch as it devours everything. The papers are gone. The books are gone. Everything is gone. It's all in the belly of the beast, torn to shreds by this invisible monster taking over the body of the people I know.

We can't stop it.

No one can stop it.

Papers fly off the shelf into the fire, where they burn to black ash, the ink taking over the whole page and destroying the story inside. The books are being reduced to dust in the wind.

My work is being reduced to dust in the wind.

My friends' work is being reduced to dust in the wind.

They're all being reduced to ash and dust and particles that make us sneeze, and all we can do is watch. Our hands are tied behind our backs with rope, and our feet are bound to the ground by chains. We're put on trial for our daringness and hope.

All we wanted was to teach the people in the town something meaningful.

All we receive is a trial where our fruits are devoured.

All of the stuff they read here, it has no deeper meaning, and it has no underlying truth. It's all romance this, terror that. They don't take the meanings and put them to use, they leave the books bland and unused. The books are pristine with misuse. They are shining in abuse, black and white with no love for them in any heart to provide any color.

The writers of this world are forced to watch their novels burn in this generation without appreciation. They are forced to sit aside and watch as people love their books, but don't take the meanings to the heart. The theme of death in this book is taken to be amusing. The theme of loneliness in that book is just plain depressing, who the hell wants to read that? Justice in this one is taken as protection, and it's not really prominent to the plot line, it wasn't necessary. Government terror in that one is thrown out the window by the media, claiming it was just for fun, something that they wanted to throw in there, not real at all, nope, not real.

People here don't listen to the truths in books, and it's pissing us off.

However, we can't do anything about it. We're stuck here with our hands tied, our feet bound, and our mouths gagged.

When will we get to speak up?