Reality Poem, by M.E.M., at My poetic side

Reality is way to scary.

I don’t want to think

See

Watch

Hear

Experience,

the horror

that is going on outside

the four walls of my home.

If I do

I will break,

I will cry.

I will lose the hope

that I am so desperately

clinging to.

Because I want to LIVE!

I want my family to be

unaffected by this...

This curse!

Death

Disease

Plague

I don’t want to think.

Please,

don’t make me face reality.

Don’t make reality

real.

I cling

to the thread

I have left.

Knuckles white

fingers cutting into the thread

bleeding.

I will suffer that pain.

That pain I can take.

But not this.

I fear what lies below me.

The truth

Reality.

Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
Published: April 18th, 2020 23:26
Comment from author about the poem: These are my words. Feeling that I have been pushing down to keep from the surface. I have so much more to deal with. I hope I’m not alone in this. *This is not a “sad” poem, it’s fear.
Category: Sad
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