Reality

Mike Prestridge

Reality

 

Where to from here?

What seems to be the end,

Maybe the beginning,

Is it true?

Have I cried wolf too many times?

If once is too many,

Then I'm guilty as charged…

 

The punishment for this crime,

Seems to be a bit severe,

If I had to compare it to anything,

I would say it's like my surroundings,

Big, empty, quiet, solitary, and strange,

For most, this reality would shatter them,

But for me, this reality is comforting…

 

There is so much room to freely roam,

Only truth and reality are visible,

There is so much to be heard in the silence,

The influence of those not present,

Allows peace to fall upon my soul…

 

Something lies close to me,

What it is remains a mystery,

But what it teaches is something we all need,

Reality, my friends....

  • Author: Mike Prestridge (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2025 06:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written 25 years ago in complete and comfortable solitude/isolation.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship
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  • sorenbarrett

    People differ in their need and comfort with solitude as spoken in this poem. Nicely written it reports not only comfort with it but a type of desire for it. Lovely

    • Mike Prestridge

      Thank you very much for your feedback. It is greatly appreciated.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome and I look forward to reading more

      • Friendship

        Well-written, Mike, your poem "Reality" revolves around the exploration of one's perception of reality, the struggle with feelings of isolation, and the paradox of finding comfort in solitude. The speaker reflects on the nature of existence and the lessons learned from confronting their own reality.

      • 2781

        I am not sure if my dyslexia had me reading that incorrectly? I agree though.

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        Pure gold - "The influence of those not present,
        Allows peace to fall upon my soul…"

        I am not good at expressing myself; apologies for brevity.

        • Mike Prestridge

          Thanks. That is one of my favorite lines in the poem. Thanks for the feedback. Greatly appreciated

          • rebellion_in_sanity

            You are very welcome. In reality a good poem is a pleasure for the reader 🙏



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