Illusion

I'm not real 

I close my eyes and 

Everything slips into darkness 

The world of light 

An illusion

To cover the blackness 

Of the void 

To keep me calm 

But now I'm slipping through 

That veil so thin 

Which always seemed so real 

So palpable 

As breath on a winter's day 

My eyes open 

I see my arms 

My legs 

But I can't feel them 

They aren't really there

I'm standing on the surface 

Of water infinitely deep 

And yet I don't fall through 

The blood is red 

The mirror says it's running 

Down my face 

Help me magic mirror 

Take my eyes off of the 

Vivid life 

That stains my vision red 

Call me back 

Before I'm lost 

Forever 

Reviews

[just Penny]

That thin line between reality and illusion is what some of us walk without realising. I like the use of the mirror, to reflect, to trap, to deceive, to save. Nicely done. Penny

[Misery]

A marvelous elaboration regarding how if feels when a tight grip seems to slip from the sometimes slippery handholds of what we call reality. Introspective and expressive. Well done, dear poet.

[Kate Henderson]

Hey! thanks for your review, glad you enjoyed it.