the power of art

my dreams had escaped,

deafened,

the screeching black tainted me.

all the streetlights were smashed

by then,

tears swelled between my eyes.

i collapsed into a wreckage,

broken,

but my love for stories

sheltered me from the downpour.

but now,

in this wonderland i am forever safe

as my powerful words can crush any demons.

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