Food For Thought

Being trapped in your own world: heaven or hell?

What if your life wasn't what it seemed

All of your experiences were nothing but dreams
Dedication and devotion you have earned
Was nothing; smaller than a worm.

Within your thoughts there would be fog
Burning from an amber and cherry-wood log
Forcing upon a thick, undetectable smog
Where there was no sight, no feel, no hear
From the life you should have commandeered.

Friends and family you have met
Were nothing but notes sung from an unconscious fret
They danced in their own unique way
But only because in that tone you wanted them to play.

Within your imaginative Earth
There would be nothing that hurt
All is well where you stand
But what is upon the other hand?

Outside of your book there you would lay
Perfectly immersed in a fictional day
A deathbed fabricated of a family's emptied dismay
One solid breathing corpse on which they pray
Never knows of their presently grieving defray

What if you decided it was to be that way
In a furious attempt to throw the voices away
Which lurked and multiplied within your choices
And you succeeded.
There would be nothing, not even darkness
You would be gone. Cold and lifeless
Inside a cardboard box of the nicest
Drowning inside that dreadful oasis
Food for thought.

Author's Note

This was an older one but just thought that I'd put it up, its been a while. ^^
Thank you to everyone that has been reading and reviewing! It means a lot to me! =D

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I really enjoy it when people post their old poems, this was the kind of questioning read that we do less and less after say, about 17 years of age. I always knew there were good poets hiding in NY. Thanks for sharing.