Dear Mind

Dear Mind,

What is real and what is not?

Is this tombstone I look at 
With my name in twist and curves 

The dearly departed 
With whom was dearly loved 
And will be missed 
Real?

The dirt that coat my nails 
Giving me proof of this grave I dug

The body they lowered before 
Didn’t seem like the one I once wore

With holes that bore upon my heart 
I don’t remember it being so torn apart

Then there’s my lips 
How chapped and broken they look

As if they never touched another 

And showed proof of the times

When I screamed about the horrors 

That evaded my mind

But my eyes how lifeless they seem

They once held a light, I think?

They seem so hollow and empty 

What happened to me 

What happened to me 

What happened to me 

I wonder

Is this the truth 

The funeral I once dreamed 

My ending but my souls beginning 

Yet I wonder will I awaken or is this

The never ending slumber I once dreamed of?

But what is real and what is not?

Sincerely,
M

Reviews

[Abhishek Asthana]

oh you write so uniquely... very expressive one... haven't seen that before... hopefully we can try it as an experiment if we would be able to do so... great work :)