I stare at the screen.....
and they whisper my name,
they stab at my soul,
they want to play games.
A mind game,
but my mind they hold,
they know my every move,
so held captive is my soul.
They want to use me,
to live their lives,
to give them meaning,
by stealing your eyes.
I am their puppet, their loyal servant
unstringed I will be soon......
Quietly,
slowly,
I learn,
how easily the words flow
Letter by letter
creating something
an emotion
a thought
a goal
The letters hold my dream
the words carry my passion
writing is my life
its my way of expression
And with that mindset,
I have won the game,
I am free from my puppet master,
simple words on a page.
-this is far from my best, hope u like......
