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Living a Real Lie
The world is spinning
Spinning faster than what I am living
What a life to die to be living
Every day seems like a nightmare
And the ones that are supposed to be nightmares
Seem like a fairy tale
Round and round I go
Seems like the same scenario
Nothing is right, nothing will ever be right
What’s the difference in pretending?
And living a real lie
Haven’t seen the ground
Mountains and valleys seem all the same
Squinting to look down and everything looks the same
Dead everywhere, nothing living
Nothing moving,
Seems like the same scenario
Nothing is right, nothing will ever be right
What’s the difference in pretending?
And living a real lie
Maybe get a better pair of
Maybe get a better pair of glasses...
No just kidding. Your poem a picture of your view of the world?
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
A scary picture you have
A scary picture you have painted, with your poetic imagery. Is this in a dream state or is it just the state of your mind daily? It reminds me of an apocoliptic disaster movie, such is the atmosphere and mood of the poem.Well written and a good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57