Reality's Requiem

Wandering the night

cold, alone,

finding solace in weak, empty things-

too flimsy to hold you up,

but finite enough to feel

like company

Like a waning echo,

feeling too thin

to be of any consequence,

but with a solid leaden weight

at your center

that threatens to drag you

below a film of water,

swallow you with one gulp

as you make half hearted

attempts to flail,

all the while considering

how futile it all is

All of this

in a moment, flashing

in the grays and blues

of lucid nightmare dreamscapes,

the dim clarity

of terror

before sleep...

until you awaken

knowing the pleasant

haze of forgetting,

having sequestered reality

into the gaping spaces

just under the surface,

filed away in safe

synaptic crevices,

cloistered sufficient

to make you

ready to greet

the filtered, edited,

sepia and yellow,

possibility drenched

illusion of today

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Wow! That is kind of eerie that you should bring that back to the surface (pun intended) and tweak it on this day that i have started the thing that I have started (you'll understand by seeing my title. This is a clever mixing of realities. Is the dream state reality, or is it the other way around? And if it is, how do I escape a return to that awful state tonight, and the next ... and the next?

[B-poet]

Intriguing, abstract imagery, conveyed witty and emphatic diction. A nice recipe for a unique poem. Great job. :)

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you! I appreciate it!