AR ( / Topeka, Kansas)

Realistic Fantasy, Or Fantastic Reality?

I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.

Past is slowly slipping away,
Future melts into the present.
I cannot know what this may mean
For reason wanes as does my mind.

Reality fades, disappears,
As fantasy takes brutal hold
Of weakened state, then recreates
The world which I will know no more.

Colors replace the sordid grays
That stood so long in des’prate hope
This day would come, to whisk away
The mind which held me prisoner.

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Comments (22)

wonderful poem..a nice introspection write...10 Ency Bearis
time doesnt stop, the world continue to change, but you can only be satisfied by a fantasy.. good or bad? we live life fearing death is why we continue to live. we live life seeking pleasure is what makes life worthwile to live in. if we were not to fear death and can create pleasure from a speck of imagination, no human will perish without a smile on their faces, but again no human would strive to stay alive
this is a well writ poem and deserves consideration. I would crave the ability of coming as close to the goal as this poem. Let me add that poetry to me is the round-about method of self realization. We attempt in our despair to write a world that isn't there. And when we write this world to be we find a world that's kind of me.
Wow! Awesome imagery. Very good stuff. Every line had a certain weight to it...very good.
Both are true...profound, thanks for sharing
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