
He learned the powers of the mind,
and with direct application,
fashioned the images before him,
creating an empire of wealth,
a playground of possibilities and soon,
a kingdom of retreat from those ignorant and starving
to acquire such authority.
Alone in his dominion and dominated by his loneliness
he tailored romance into the script,
the best money could buy,
but she was of equal mind power who wrote comfort into her script
and the painful discovery
left both parties solitary and searching.
And though he had it all,
he had nothing,
a palace which echoed pain and walls that held no stories.
But his mind carried on manifesting flavors of the month,
until one day,
weeping beneath cobwebs in a bare room,
he lowered his head and sputtered,
"I do not know the way"
About the Creator
John Anthony
Began writing out of a strange impulse while working as a cashier. Inspired at first by lyrics then spread my spotlight to include anything profound and human.



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