Something in the Writing

Something in the Writing

There is something,
hidden in these words
that speaks to all of you,
a whisper in the back of your mind,
something that stirs you,
making you feel pain
you never thought you could feel;
agony
you never thought existed;
such wonderful joy
you will never taste again.

There is something
in the words I write,
something that stirs the soul,
boggels the mind,
leaves you feeling down
and up
and left
and right
and pushed so far,
you're about to give up
and then you find
how much further you'll go
for another page,
another tale,
another chapter,
another word
just to feel it again.

Something in these words
that tell my tales
of forgotten glory,
of regal kings,
of forbidden magics,
of reality bent to the extreme.

There is something, something,
somthing that will drive you to madness,
should you only let it.

something that
runs deeper
than any you%u2019ve read.
You even find,
should someone else write it again,
the same words
in the same twisting way,
witht he same inflection,
not a syllable changed,
they would not have meant the same.

Why are my words so different?
What makes them so different
that people cannot help
but want to pity me
because they are all I think about?
Do you really think
that it is the writer
who shapes and bends the words
to fit the form
of a picture,
a scene,
an entire tale?
Tuly, you think so?

For me...
for the writer...
it is the words
who manipulate us
who change
and form
and reshape our minds
and bend
and boggle us
untl we break.
It is the words
who have the power,
not us,
just because
we weild the quill.

Think about that,
the next time you write.
There's just...
something...
in the words.