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

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nightlight1220's picture

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.griffiths57's picture

    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