InaneCathode Posted July 11, 2006 Share Posted July 11, 2006 (This started as a whiny post about how my world is starting to fall apart, but somewhere in the middle i realized it's all imagined. This is what it felt like to think of it being reality) I feel like it's all starting to slip. All the things i hold dear, every truth i hold solid in my psyche are all starting to slip away from me. Someone has greased the rails of my mind. What was once perched precariously now slides, wheels locked, into a deep lake. I've kept myself afloat by denying the apparent truth: That i'm inept in almost every area. The block i put in my mind was a bulkhead holding back. The flood waters of reality. Someone has shelled my ship, I'm going down this time. Saved by temporary patches, gimmicks, pocket fishermans, free energy, hair creams, perpetual motion, egg shell white on a crumbling wall; All the walls are torn down. The real world is fast closing. Theres no bunkers to hide in, noone to hide behind. Some day soon i'll know what it will be like to be one of the have nots. The skills and efforts needed to survive the acid of the real are blatently missing from my brain. Some day soon the easy chair i've been a proud owner of for years will vaporize, Some day soon the cold concrete sidewalk, my future, will come rushing up to meet me. Some day soon the sidewalk will say "Hello," and caress my face as if it will all be alright. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted July 11, 2006 Share Posted July 11, 2006 What a wonderful use of imagination, clever poem there!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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