Creating Worlds

Creating Worlds

Twisting of words a shaping of other’s worlds,

Create new adventures or make blood curl.

It’s the story that provides the path it’s said,

Leading one out of solitude into someone’s head.

Writing to many or story-telling to most,

Is tedious and challenging writing about ghosts.

Yet, for the fingers upon a keyboard moving,

It’s a simplistic method lines of the story growing.

It doesn’t matter what the theme might be,

For to create a story or a poem makes one free.

It gives the writer the invisible key to a door,

That gives access to sentences of tragedy or amour.

The keystrokes worn with fingerprints that speak,

Create invisible worlds filled the rich, perhaps a sheik.

Or, one might image the stone might have been turned,

To expose a person of less fortune, no money earned.

Whatever the plot jotted upon the vacant stock,

It may prove to be jubilant or one that will shock.

Nevertheless, it’s the fingers upon keys tattered and torn,

Typing endlessly little recognition never earned.