I am bound between the words and pages
that form the worlds I crave to get lost in
but the deeper I dive
the further the characters are to reach
and I realize I'll never meet them.
My imagination is my cruel escape
cruel because
I'm reminded how trapped I am
in the world outside.
I always look for some way I could read between the lines
between the words on paper
and somehow slip inside the beautiful world
of fictional characters because really
they're the only ones who won't hurt or break me
unlike the people outside who don't impress me anymore
because they're real.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
