Stuck in your Imagination

What am I doing here
In this land of your creation
You promised to fulfill my dreams
But instead I’m stuck in your imagination

Who are you trying to save
From this forgotten land
There is no one waiting for a savior
There is no one looking for a helping hand

When will it be time
For you to move on to better dreams
I can’t live in this corner of your brain
Where nothing is real, nothing is as it seems

Why won’t you let me go
Into the land without end
Let me leave this doomed hell
I beg off you, please give up my friend

How can you not see
That you have lost this fight
You will not win this battle
And the finish is almost in sight

Where do you think we will end up
when all of this is finally done
I imagine a place of peace and nothingness
A place where I will no longer have to run

When it’s Time

How do you know when it’s time?
Time to go
Or time to stop
How do you know when it’s time?
Time to fight
Or time to give in

How do you know when it’s time?
Time to listen
Or time to speak

How do you know?
How?
Only time will tell

Have a nice Tuesday!

Love,
Charlotte

If only they knew…

ShortSunday #11

What-Would-You-Do-With-Your-Freedom

‘Freedom is such a curious concept.’

The girl looked through the prison bars to see who had spoken the words. Outside stood one of the prison guards. He had a truly vile look on his face.

‘You believed yourself to be a free woman and used that freedom to break the law,’ he continued. ‘Now you are locked in here as my prisoner.’

He seemed to enjoy his power. If only he knew what was to come. If only he knew that by the end of the day, he would be the one sitting in this cell.

‘My freedom cannot be taken from me,’ she replied. ‘It is mine to give and I’m not a generous person. You will soon understand this lesson.’

The guard started laughing. It echoed through the walls of the dungeon. The other prisoners, who had long ago lost their minds, joined in.

If only they knew.

Have a nice Sunday!

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