In An Author’s mind

By: The Katt

I thought about originally naming this Why I Shouldn’t Write a Poem When Suffering from Insomnia, but decided against it. Here goes, just a short couple of pieces from me!

Clay in your hand

Waiting to be formed

A shape hidden in its depths

A corner off here

What is this form

Appearing here now

Off goes another sliver

More evident

Comes this form

The tale is forming

The heart has come

This clay

This plot

This land of yours

A corner off here

And your masterpiece

Is done

A work of art

No sculptor can compare

No artists brush can boast

To this

The written word

The truth is said

The Pen

Is Mightier than the Sword

No armies’ march

Can thus compare

To this

One being’s work

I sit here

Disgraced from your presence

Your light shines on them

But it was you

Who cast me here

A stroke of Genius

Say you

A dagger to the heart

Say I

Disgraced from your light

You shine your blessing

On the others

Those beings you created

To follow your will

I follow

I listen

But your purposes for me are dark

I beg

I plead

But you turn away.

I try to do my best

Though my best is always wrong

You put me here

You don’t see the tears I cry

Don’t here my pleas

You show me off

“Look at this

My creation

Ultimately Evil

Devious of Mind”

To plague those you love

I am your creation

But you put me for the evil

Just a name on the page

Say you

Just a Life

Striving for the light

Say I

In your tales

I’m dark and wrong

In the Truth

I want your love

Just for the Light

I do your will

The Dark

The Evil

An Evil Being

In the Triumph of Good

The Story is done

I Have Lost

But still disgraced

Forever

Dear Reader

Do not look

With Disdain

Upon Me

I live within the story

I work within this tale

This evil character

In the Play of My life

Always working

Just for the Light.

The Author

Weaver of words

Creator of Dreams

To write Truths

Or Lies

To bring laughs

Or Tears

But to who do they owe

Their Success or fails

To those they breathe

The very life into

Who they twist and turn

Their lives about

They create, destroy, dream,

Cry, Laugh, smile die

To who do they owe

You ask

So simple

So plain

The livers of their dreams

Characters, past and futures

Muddied and grayed

A weaver of words

A creator of Lives

This life

Your creation

Your mind

We are of one

But I can’t see the reason

For this pain

This suffering

It will work out in the end

You say

But from me

It hides its face

This life you've made

This past you’ve woven

All for the future

A future dark and grey

I’m in your presence

Shining in the Light

But I want away

To rest and Peace

But in the end

It’s better

You say?

Then Maybe I’ll wait

Maybe I can hold on

As this tale of yours

And Mine

Unfolds

I think the only one of these not self-explanatory is Just for the Light. It is from the evil characters pov. Well, let me know how you like them. Once again, I Shouldn’t Write a Poem When Suffering from Insomnia.