Caleb J. Murphy - The Lonely Boy And His Fiction

The lonely boy and his fiction
On the pages of his soul
Only does what he’s fixin’ to
He knows we he will know
Living in two worlds at once
Of a reader and the tale
Nobody pays attention
To the pen within his hand

In a story all his own
In a story all his own

As he writes upon pages
How the pen begins to swirl
Emulating his conscience
The story does unfurl
The look inside his eyes right then
Any mother would be scared
Taken over by fullness
Yet the emptiness is there

In a story all his own
In a story all his own

Words start to come slowly
And the story starts to fade
Characters are not happy
And the plot, a twisty haze
Then he says “My God what have I
done? I’ve lost the point!
I am just a drunk architect
Of a building built for coins

In a story all my own”
In a story all my own

In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
All my own
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story
All my own
In a story
In a story
In a story
In a story

Then he closes the notebook
And puts away the pen
When he lifts up his head to look
He knows this is the end

Written by:
Caleb Murphy

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