Specter in the Library

This poem follows an Angelou-esque format, I suppose...Sort of an homage to the library (where I do much of my writing these days)...

All these pages;
So few answers,
But the stories
Keep me alive.

My mind is filled
With things that kill,
Forever in thoughts
Contrived.

All these pages;
So few answers,
But the stories
Keep me alive.

In this place is
Reclusive graces,
Aloneness to help me
Survive.

All these pages;
So few answers,
But the stories
Keep me alive.

Lost in escape
This fiction, it shapes
Me, ideas in my soul
Will thrive.

All these pages;
So few answers,
But the stories
Keep me alive.

My faults and my problems;
Unwilling to solve them,
Leave reality for the
Next time.