51. The Battle Of Words

At my desk; this open book with shape of print,
The pattern's of lines and curves, a bordered frame.
In battle the shapes join force,
Each shape, a powerful individual grouped for strength
March to the beat, a pulse, a vision...
The strong words weald their sharp blade of tongue!
In battle, cut swiftly, the hurt, the pain!
Each chapter creates a world of characters
Entwined with the present, dimension, 'chambers'.
The emotions, feelings, the script!
Then the reality interventions...
The pages of this book are complete...'fabrication'
No turning back or apology.
Forged upon the pages, each shape, curve is bound
Each day written, each day
Requiring intervention, alteration,
obliteration and inevitably, deletion...
The story ends, the chapters close.
Stripped of shackles and casing
Only left the thought of the 'key' to control the clasp
And keep the pages together.
The globule mass drops...
Into the rubbish bin.