A WRITER’S NIGHTMARE
How would I begin to build this labyrinth?
One hidden within pages and words.
One that would have the reader enchanted.
Lost in reverie.
While working or walking.
How would I begin to lay the bricks of suspense?
Grow the flowers of romance?
Paint the blood of tragedy?
The fitful laughter of comedy?
Would this work?
Should I strike that out?
Pouring rain falls out of the lines,
Paved streets constructed in a page.
Creatures come to life.
Would they be lost in the world I create?
Would they lose the bound pages or hold it dear?
How would I?
How should I?
How can I let imagination dream of reality?
Day and night.
My work shall now begin!