The World (as she saw it)

The world from the view point of a lost woman, and the affirming reply from her conscience.

This may well as a be a dream 

Dreams float by on clouds of holographic images 

Like the neck of the giraffe 

Reality can get elongated

She stares at all of her fingers 

Wondering if they are what they seem

And the usual analysing in between

The usual contemplating in between 

She just started writing 

She felt she just had to get it all out 

It's finally exciting 

For the first time in a good few months

Self centred

Regretfully, it can get self centred 

Overwhelming 

That is life; it can get overwhelming

Little child, in a way you are starting all over again 

Going back to the past

Going right back to the beginning 

Your personality changes 

It changes all the time 

And each mask that you wear fits you just fine

Each mask that you wear suits you just fine 

This may well be a land of sweet pretenders 

Gamblers betting their loved ones away through a game of Russian roulette 

I must admit that it's getting scary 

When the stakes are so high, yet nobody really cares

And now all that she is seeing is murder 

When the woman was supposed to give birth 

All she is hearing is complaining

And gossip and those insults so cruel and degrading

She's looking for colour and joy

On what seems to be a sad, dull grey earth

She's running in circles, pretending that she is really on top of the world

Dear woman, don't lose hope 

You may see destruction but you are still moving

Progressing ever slowly, you are still progressing none the less 

As a poet, as a thinker, as a dreamer, as a lover, as a giver 

You have no need to resent 

There is more to life than what you think

Author's Note

A woman has gotten to the end of her tether and cries out in despair at the supposed state of helplessness of the world. The words in italics is a reply from somewhere deep inside.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This rings in the passages...and I understand the back and forth motive with the italics gives the read a credibility and a sense of passion in the lines for the reader to engulf and touch basis within the words of this one...I keep having to look farther into the lines:

This may well as a be a dream
Dreams float by on clouds of holographic images
Like the neck of the giraffe
Reality can get elongated
She stares at all of her fingers
Wondering if they are what they seem
And the usual analysing...(Analyzing) in between
The usual contemplating in between

Dear woman, don't lose hope
You may see destruction but you are still moving
Progressing ever slowly, you are still progressing none the less
As a poet, as a thinker, as a dreamer, as a lover, as a giver
You have no need to resent
There is more to life than what you think

I just see more into this then just the read...I guess...no I believe...

[Beckie D]

I know what you mean.. when I wrote this and looked back at what I read, I thought that spiritually the words had not come from me, but from somewhere else unseen

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I have the same experiences at times...I just wake up in the middle of the night or whenever...and write down my thoughts...like I see them arranged in my mind...already designed and put them to paper...nowadays of course a computer screen and key boards...