The Escape

Held captive, letters are chained to the imagination encapsulated in my ideas. Letters unite, forming words that flood my thoughts, forcing the chains to rust. Words infest my mind with euphonious voices, whispering pleas to be freed. Shattering the bars of my subconscious they invade and conjure my creativity. Demanding the verbiage be hear, the emotion be felt and the vision be seen. Needing to quench the thirst of lyrical freedom that it has long for feened. Striking the paper with the soul of my words; planting euphoric filled seeds. The ink of my pen is sacrifice, bleeding, watering the words of poetic glees. The seeds take root, devouring the once blank abyss of the page. Stretching towards the eyes in the sky, enchanting readers minds like a mage. The blade collect the rays of curiosity; feeding on the awe and wonder. Blooming into flowers of beautiful dialectics waking creativity from it's slumber. Their enticing aroma fills the air as your lungs inhale the breathe poetic words. Warming your soul; clearing the fog of reality and the distracting slurs. Tickling your creative thoughts it bears the fruit of this lyrical masterpiece. My words vacate my mind, finding a new place to reside in harmonious peace.