Love of my Imagination - a poem - Fiction

I was all alone now, sitting in a dark room ,trapped inside my own head.

The visions of madness, insanity, life, death,future, past and the present danced there.

I wept.

The words bent under the weight of the world's problems.

Solitude, loneliness, are my only friends inside this broken shack.

Heretics slapped up random words -





We are one.

Imaginary words thrown up at the screen to see what stick.

She stood in the doorway, her clothes lost to the heat of the moment.

The dream fades away and I'm spinning, trying to control myself, from disappearing into the bottom of the bottle.

Going into the sun, nowhere to run.

Love, my imagination, creep forward towards life.

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Comment by Token on December 2, 2016 at 10:44pm

it's like that sometimes........

Comment by Tinkerertink69 on December 3, 2016 at 2:47am

Yes it is!! 

Comment by Alysa Salzberg on December 11, 2016 at 5:13pm

I agree, we've all been here.  Hopefully if this isn't fiction, you'll make it out soon.


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