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.

smokey glade

love and hate wrestled aggressively,

the trains flew past as did wings,

trees echoed the world’s movement

and in the chaos,

it was as if

she stood

there.