Writing Is Freedom

Through corridors where shadows ponder.

An abandoned hospital, every dream’s plight,

Running through halls in the dead of night.

Echoes of silence, a haunting refrain,

Stumbling forward, searching for pain.

Not fleeing from fear, but to it I steer,

Embracing the dread, the whispers I hear.

Windows shattered, a wrong step’s descent,

Falling through voids where nightmares are sent.

At the bottom, crawling, grasping for light,

My brain a battleground, urging me to fight.

A dance with the Devil, a perilous waltz,

Heart and soul clashing, counting the faults.

Tired of the torment, the perpetual ache,

In dreams twisted metaphors, reality’s quake.

Nightmares uncoil, serpents of dread,

Panicked awakenings, cold sweat I shed.

Checking the time on my iPhone’s glare,

Rubbing my eyes, fingers through hair.

Pulling my body, close and tight,

Facing the demons in the dead of night.

You either confront it or let it be,

A choice between shadows and breaking free.

Haunted by visions, distorted and grim,

A hospital of horrors where hope grows dim.

Walls stained with memories, ghosts of my mind,

Every corner a riddle, every turn unkind.

The fog thickens, obscuring my way,

Lost in confusion, night becomes day.

Yet in the chaos, a flicker of might,

A will to survive, a spark of fight.

For in this labyrinth of terror and pain,

A warrior’s heart refuses to wane.

I’ll battle the phantoms, the fears that conspire,

With every breath, rekindling the fire.

Though the journey is harrowing, the path steep,

I’ll rise from the depths, from the shadows that creep.

For dreams may be twisted, nightmares profound,

But courage and hope in my soul are found.

So I stumble and run through this haunted domain,

Fighting the fog, defying the strain.

For in facing the terror, the darkness within,

You took this photo posted it on your story. I feel warm inside. You ride your motorcycle always posting pictures. Sometimes I get my fantasies in my mind ones I read about you just over here living them.. yet I look at you sometimes in your hazel gold eyes…… and almost find you attractive you spend to much time with me. You talk to me so differently now days it is almost as if you enjoy my company you used randomly visit me before your brother got uncomfortable… oh my goodness words coming out my mouth and the thoughts in my mind sometimes are no better.

The secret lover and you play with fire.

Mmm the thing people think is good girl can’t be bad. Let’s play my lover?

Let’s meet under shadows of the moon. Dance with each other on the crowded dance floor in the club. As the alcohol takes over the way the music pulls is deeper into the other. The sway of our body’s rhythm shows what we feel . The dark room led and spots lights making it hard to see but we don’t need it. Sensation of you breathe playing against my neck as you trail your lips. I turn my head upwards eyes close breaths hitching. I turn and kiss you hard and deeply. You find away gap between my lips part enough to bite my lip. I open my mouth letting your tongue venture. Your minty sweet gum has your breath tasteful.

I pull away whisper Let’s have a rondaeview point, meet you in the backseat, hidden spot in the middle of nowhere, hotel room, in the water you pick lover. I am all your in the shadows of night. Let’s play this dangerous game together risk it all lose it all just to have moment worth decades.