Fictional Me
Pure Poetry
Not my poetry
Withholding nothing
My darkness is revealed
Unfitting is my poetry
Yet still it consumes its path.
Revealing my dark thoughts
On a page of white.
Consuming all in its way
My soul shakes as my mind closes in
On the page of white
Over and over, repeating endlessly.
I focus in and tremble at my ideas
My main passion, as a writer, is short stories.
Rewriting my dark feelings
Releaves me to write about my fictional characters.
Short stories are fun and easy to get lost in
Its another world, another life
Imagining oneself as a fictional character
Doing things you'd never do.
In another's world, another's life
Going all out
Doing things you'd never do
Pure Freedom
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