Never Close Your Eyes

the grievance of fiction

I read of you but I will never
hear your voice

I know every aspect of your appearance yet I will never
see you

I know of your sorrow but I will never comfort you

I've cried for you but yet you don't know me

They play you as a hero but really your just traumatized

The wrath of society to heavy a burden to be unseen

You take up a sword and dawn armor just to live

You live chained by words and letters

Your writer having conjured you and your life from other stories jotting you down line by line as if you were not my inspiration to live

Bound to live forever between sheets of paper unknowing of all the good you've done beyond your cover

So I will walk on and spread your word even though I am destined to never meet you

Live on good friend pressed between parchment paper