When All is Real

Free verse

Solemnly I sit alone on a melancholy beach.
My tattered heart lost at sea.
I look to my left only to notice a somber fog.
The breeze of the patient wind grasping my gentle mind.
To sense the frigid stars glistening above the lonely sky.
Alone at heart I sat to be mistooken,
For today's loneliness was only just a dream.
I fear that maybe if I fail to wake again,
There would be nothing left if me.
My posture alone has made me realize,
That this mistooken fantasy,
Has become my real life