Is There A Reality

 

I feel myself descending into your world
Of make believe and child’s play
But their kind images are shallow
And hiding
Something more beyond the truth
I think you are lies

I look around these normal days
And I feel I’m no longer even here
Afraid someone will notice
I close my eyes
So they can’t see me

And even you can’t see me
Because you don’t know how to love me
And you won’t know how
Until you can see through the eyes of a believer
And recognize beauty as misshapen pain

A cold wind is blowing across my body
As I sit in an empty field
The trees sway and I lay down
I smell the scent of the midnight air
I feel myself returning
Being pulled from nirvana
To a face a catatonic paradise
The normal world can no longer affect me
I wonder
Is there even a reality for me?



by Amanda Burns

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