[That World] a Poem

 

I’d always been lonely as a child,

rogue and vain,

in this, selfish like a child,

unlearned at sharing,

unseen at caring,

telling tales to tell the tale

of my wayward ascent-

-it was then,

during telling these tales,

I came to know a fanciful life,

worlds inside worlds,

swirled, gnarled and mangled

In their own,

trapped inside a jungle so wide,

nowadays vast,

those worlds never to be this one,

became me-