A harsh reality,
Is what I fear.
One reality, where creativity...
And creative minds...
Are gone.
***
Swept away from this world,
Without a single trace,
And banished to depths of hell.
***
Where it's a sin to show or be creative,
And I'm the empress of this forsaken place.
Because I kept sinning,
So he put me here to rule.
As punishment for showing the world,
My creative,
Autistic mind.
***
Trying to keep me away,
From the boring reality I live in.
Though, I don't mind being here,
I can express myself freely in this dimension.
I don't have to pretend to be someone I am not,
I am free...
Free from this other more harsher reality,
When I am banished to this forsaken land.
I make the rules,
Whatever I say...
Goes my way.
About the Creator
Rika Lekay
Hi! I'm currently 20 years old and I love to write short stories, poems, novels, and writing prompts.
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