“Literature in the form of prose that describes imaginary events and people”
Fiction…
This genre deals with anything that is not real. However, vicariously reading this genre takes me out of what we call reality.
Engulfing my imagination in a story that will deliver me from the torment that I call life.
An unclear agony rushes through my chest,
causing my hands to shake violently and my ears to ring. I am here because I was born. I found myself in a predicament that I had not asked for.
Picking up the pieces that my parents had left. Holding those bits together, while my feet move closer to hell.
The tremors pushed me further into the dirt. The sole reason for this obligation is that I was born into a world that I don’t understand.
But those moments I open that book, I glide to the heavens.
Watching the knight rescue his princess. That roaring in my ears is gone. That tingling in my chest gradually faded.
Instead, I see what appears to be a horse.
No, it’s a unicorn.
I feel as light as a feather. I softly skimmed across each letter. Each line propels me further into the skies,
till I soar.
Nothing can bring me down from this high.
Until I closed it…
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Appreciate your work.
Amazing writing.
a fictional story in a book and the storyline can make us temporarily forget about the real life. Your poem is great!