Free

Consume me, haunt me

Live within me, be me.

Light up the dark inside,

Make me see that dark side…


You, you, you’ve been teasing a while

You, you, you’ve been watching me a while,

You, you, you’ve got to help me cross over,

Just do me this one last favour…


It is my soul, I exist to write

But an empty mind refuses to type.

A quill, a pen, a pencil… the hand is uninspired

Give me my soul back, don’t make me fight.


It has been a long journey,

It has been a love story of sorts.

On paper they shimmer,

My ideas, my thoughts


I am greedy, and I want more.

Pages unblanked, stories retold.

You, you, you stop torturing me.

I beg of you just set me free


Free to wander in a land of fantasy,

To relive and retell whatever I see.

To write and scream and be a writer,

From this storm, that’s my only shelter. 

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One Response

  1. *blown away*

    I can understand…*sigh

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