Dreams

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.