I dream more now,
Some dreams are more real than others,
All of them different,
And always growing in numbers,
I dream in the night and I dream in the day,
Some coming from nothing,
Others a result of over thought,
reality is a car that’s slowly rusting,
The world disappears for a moment,
I can’t feel any physical pain,
And it’s all a little glitchy,
Like a third-person video game,
Mental pain is another story,
Crushing my avatar like a bug,
Then forcing me to re-spawn,
It’s like jamming my finger into an electrical plug,
A jolt of pain races through my head,
My hair defies gravity,
Floating towards the sky like accusing fingers,
Just as my logic defies sanity,
Then the illusion snaps like a rubber band,
And I’m left wondering how it wasn’t real,
Beginnings of a new poem are all that’s left,
Along with truth so artfully concealed.