I am a slave.

The words that pour
out of my hands
are the masters of me
they control

Every aspect of my being
consuming my mind
with with their never-fading flame

I dance to their song
am lost in their maze
wonder in the darkness
of my thoughts
while stories spiral around me.

This words are voices
I hear as I fall asleep
conversations I have

With characters of imagination
They are my power
the only way I know
to be myself

With them, I am free.