I Like Creative Writing
I have never written creatively although I have always had the desire. Here is my first attempt at it. This was inspired by my panic attacks.
The sick man ponders his future
The old lover tells how it should be
The sane man knows he is selfish
"Put others before self", he thinks
Is this the way it should be?
The vagabond nods but Jack disagrees
The broken man lay in his bed
The shadows begin to dance
The white dragon violently appears
But the red one enters
The Christian began to pray
But the healthy man had been tainted
The dead and the wicked show their face
No one knows what will happen next
The lunatic walked among them
Their eyes he could feel
Terror
The sick man sleeps
The bulldog perservered but was falsly informed
"Why did this happen to me?", he thought
The screws came loose and were ********
A respected man was turned inside out for all to see
His true colors were on display
All hope was lost as hours turned into days
The red dragon continued to pillage
The vagabond was placed in captivity
The guilty confessed to an audience
3 angels met the red dragon at the cross
They judged not and hope was restored
The sick man rides the pewter stallion
The ill man questions his condition
The educated circle their answer
The seeds of cheer are planted one day to sprout
But the red dragon remained
The loved man accepts his condition
And new truths came to light
The mute began to speak
The cripple stood free of his crutch
The red dragon was destroyed
Although his scars are visible
This vagabond has been set free.
I know I dont have correct form or whatever but thats why I enjoyed it. I would love to read someone elses writing regardless of what type.
The sick man ponders his future
The old lover tells how it should be
The sane man knows he is selfish
"Put others before self", he thinks
Is this the way it should be?
The vagabond nods but Jack disagrees
The broken man lay in his bed
The shadows begin to dance
The white dragon violently appears
But the red one enters
The Christian began to pray
But the healthy man had been tainted
The dead and the wicked show their face
No one knows what will happen next
The lunatic walked among them
Their eyes he could feel
Terror
The sick man sleeps
The bulldog perservered but was falsly informed
"Why did this happen to me?", he thought
The screws came loose and were ********
A respected man was turned inside out for all to see
His true colors were on display
All hope was lost as hours turned into days
The red dragon continued to pillage
The vagabond was placed in captivity
The guilty confessed to an audience
3 angels met the red dragon at the cross
They judged not and hope was restored
The sick man rides the pewter stallion
The ill man questions his condition
The educated circle their answer
The seeds of cheer are planted one day to sprout
But the red dragon remained
The loved man accepts his condition
And new truths came to light
The mute began to speak
The cripple stood free of his crutch
The red dragon was destroyed
Although his scars are visible
This vagabond has been set free.
I know I dont have correct form or whatever but thats why I enjoyed it. I would love to read someone elses writing regardless of what type.
By:
Vagabond
Age:
31-35
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