When Writing Is Everything

The Key To Future

This was a dream, he said and believe. He caught his imagination with a smile; it took pride of place in his mind. If we knew this, then the future could be better today. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t stop them from vanishing into thin air. He wanted to meld the lines of imagination, words, and spaces. He invented imagination as he went along, and it made him feel strong. It sparked his interest and led him down a new road.

The rain fell on the weary ground; he looked up at the sky and saw clouds of grey. Everything felt like before, but something was different, as though it was all happening in his dream. The better place where he could be now was just a hollow illusion. He looked out of his window and saw that the clouds were gone. He was in an empty land, where everything had stopped moving and time had stopped turning.

The empty rooms all around him felt so cold; they filled him with dread. He wished it hadn’t happened this way, as his heart sank like a stone. His sadness had no bounds as it tore at his very soul. Poetry knows all things, and the imagination is the key. He tried to reach out for it, but it had been swept away by time and the rain. All he could do was sit and wait in silence as his tears fell like rain. The only way to fix it was to use the imagination and make them all come back again.

He rose from his seat and went outside; the empty streets rolled past him like a wheel within a wheel. He looked back over his shoulder. There were no more people anywhere in sight.

Don’t be afraid to show your poem to others. It will make them think. Make them something to remember when they look back and leave them with something they can hold in their hands.