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Reality is deceiving
written by DarkAngelBlood09:42 PM 6/9/04Reality is blinding me. I cannot see past the white smoke. I cannot breathe, I choke. Everyone seems unharmed. Why am I the only one alarmed? Isn't this strange? Am I in a game, playing I've tried. It doesn't work. I always lose my lives and die. So what kind of world am I in? I am confused and lost. Could you help me find myself? I think I saw me in the trees. Maybe this could be a dream. Then why can I slap myself and have it sting? The pain I cannot doubt. I knocked on a man's door, entered, but was forced out. My presence makes people afraid. I'm scared too because I can't find my way. Where am I traveling to? Can anyone help me? As I begin my prayer to help me to my final destination, my eyes open suddenly from abraision. The cut over my left eye bothers me. It is more like a scrape. I fell, when I tried to escape. The white smoke still surrounds, it blocks out all sounds. My ears popped like the oxygen was going, but it's still flowing through my body. I wonder if I'm close to heaven, but I realize reality's still blinding me.
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