The pages, the words that would be written, I lived them every day.
They were written; But instead of existing on empty pages,
They were written in me; By you.
It turns out you had created me;
Out of your imagination.
You created me,
to always love you
Of course;
What else would you want from your creation?
Except to love you forever;
to have it long for you always;
For it never to exist far away from you.
I wonder if you knew how good an author you are,
If you realise your power of invention;
how your invention still takes small steps in the distance,
to the beat of your tune.
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Author:
Lili Ahlam (
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Close the distance and bring us more.
Please.
Thank you Dusk arising! I shall try.
Welcome to M.P.S Lili and with this haunt of a read on the power of created control in the name of love your words will be relatable of that I am sure - an inventive style written with honesty which reminds me of those I have known in the same situation.......... hoping to read more of your work soon. - - warmly from Fay
Thank you so much Fay. I really appreciated your feedback. You’re right, the words did come from within.
A couple of ideas are offered up here; on the one hand is the power of words, and on the other is the lack of self-determination. An author creates characters not living humans. Words should not be used to control people for ones self-interest. People must have enough self control to resist intimidation. Your poem highlights both and as such is a provocative write. Keep writing, there is power in your words. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil for the encouragement. I shall try and keep writing!
May those words that created you be seen from that creation you have become.
Very good words Lili.
Welcome to MPS.
Andy
Thank you! Really appreciate your feedback.
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