Category : Poems

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Last night I couldn't sleep.
Why?
Because I was standing on the edge of my mind.
The endless abyss that is my imagination,
World's and characters that I have created,
And the ones I have yet brought to full creation.

I like my endless realms I have forged,
But someday I'll have to leave them.
The Real is waiting,
Waiting for me to finally leave,
And join the real world of here and now.
No matter how scary it might be.

Yes, I am frightened of the Real.
In my worlds I control all,
Characters, emotions, wheather,
and I controlled who dies and who doesn't.
I am in control of it all ,
But in the Real, I am not.

I am a grown up now,
And I can't hide forever.
I know at the end of the day they will be waiting.
Waiting for their creator,
And I will always come without fail,
Because for me the real is what others cannot see.