I lie awake, but can’t move,
Screaming out-loud for help from this tomb.
My roommate is near, but he can’t hear me,
For the door is closed and I can’t be seen.
Where has my mind been?
Another dimension where I can’t win.
The horror is getting too close,
I’m trying to run, but lying froze.
Will this last for eternity?
I pray for someone to rescue me.
I see the light come down with thunder,
My mind and body have risen out from under.
Finally, I put my feet on the floor.
Thankfully, my savior slammed the door.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
