Sat alone in a darkened room.
Music blaring to take me to my happy place.
There is no knocking me out of this.
Smile on my face as the drums pound away.
Bass twins with it so effortlessly.
Chugging guitar rips at the fore.
With vocals harsh and perfectly raw.
Reading in the starkest light.
Journeying into worlds that are not my own.
Descriptions really setting the tone.
Tears in my eyes as characters fail to survive.
Clearly they are on a one way ride.
Yet the protagonists keep hope alive.
Few things are better than feeling a story strive.
Figuring out where to go next.
Options innumerable as I write this.
Nothing beats having multiple avenues.
Never forcing where I might go.
Tracing my way wherever I may wish.
For me this is all a gift.
One I revel in regardless of its outcome.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 