A Worlds Man
Another world created
Not by hands
Beings that are
Yet are not
Characters held by pages
Made of words
Dying many deaths
Creating many wonders
Engaged by their deadliest foes
Living lives of lies
Fighing to survive
And me dreaming I was them
Given many gifts
Possessing many powers
Having much love
That I never had
I then have become the dream
A vapor of ones thoughts
Just in a page
Formless and void
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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