Sunday, February 12, 2017

breath of ecstasy


we are the pioneer sinners
we invented iniquities 
that no one has done before
we are poets and authors 
we create lives
out of our imagination
we put the prologue
we plot
and we predict endings
to suit our desires
we revive the deads
and kill the livings
we create realms of fantasy
and drag the readers into different worlds
we revive imagery
out of letters
we keep you up all night
we steal your attention
and influence your dreams
to hate
to love
to terrify you
and yet
we face injustice
every time our writings die
when not being read
we die inside
we're jealous
we're broken
when our books are not equally appreciated 
as the efforts it took
to spell our minds
into papers
we are the keepers of memories
and what keeps us going
the resurrection within
of an author
who never truly dies
every time someone reads his words
he's up for one more breathe
of ecstasy

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