Warped tables
Teleporting fists
Words heard but never
Spoken
Fairy lights
Changing faces
Shadows like black holes
I've confused you I can tell
To me these are my
Life my mind my dis-ease
Nothing is as it seems
Everything feels real
Yet I must determine truth
In a reality that has betrayed
Me
I'm expected to choose
what is real to get better
They say that wall opening up
Is made up isn't there
How can I be sure when
I see it hear it know it and
Just a bit closer I'd feel it
Am I loosing my mind
Am I seeing between worlds
Am I watching things come to an end
Am I loosing my mind
I hate my options
I want some peace
Visions and voices leave me be
I'm not crazy
Fine
I might be
But the shadow is back
I should stop ranting
Because oh
Can't you see it?
Who's loosing their mind?
The one who to you
Is seeing things
Or the one who to me
Is blind
About the Creator
Varian Moyer
Hello all! I am a 24-year-old writer. I live in Oregon and so far have only posted Poetry here, though I do write fiction stories of varying lengths. Hope you enjoy what you read, and thanks for the support.
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