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.
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