As I stare blankly at the page,
Me and my mind make a pact,
A pact with this book of nightmares,
This monster I put my pen to,
A sanctum for every horror that crosses my minds eye,
Or perhaps an asylum?
This is my unholy gift to you,
A window into my mind,
Full of horrors and abominations as it is,
I must continue to write regardless,
I must keep creating these literary monsters,
The book demands it.
I begin to write,
And the nightmares come out to play,
Letters and words creep from recesses,
Punctuation slivers hither-and-thither,
Sentences of madness begin to form,
I’ve released a monster.
Or am I creating it?
WorldofHarley 
Thank you for taking the time to read. I’m spending time this morning reading your stories, they are very powerful. I spent 11 years building a sweat lodge in a maximum-security at Enfield Connecticut Bring you Native Americans from out West sweat with myself and inmates. My eyes are not blinded, I recognize a human and to me you’re not invisible.
I’ll look forward to reading more.
You are most welcome, no thanks are necessary. 🙂 Thank you kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
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Well, first you created then you released. And, well said.
Absolutely, it’d be cruel to keep them cooped up eh? Thank you.
The Oldschool Harlequin