Delusion

The completeness of my delusion
Full and rich, constructed
As a forest.
Overrun so thoroughly
It was as though I was never
Overrun at all.
Within it
There is no within.
There is no dirt beneath my feet
I see no light and shadow
I have not lived here at all.
Memories are not
A pool of reflection.
I remember nothing
Because it was nothing.
I am floating on a current
Away from here
Eyes to the sky
Wondering where I've been.

Reviews

[A.G.]

damn. awesome poem john. meaningful words-original. I like your style. I enjoyed it. thank you for sharing (:
-Angelina