Dose of Reality
I wrote this for 3ww this week and I thought it very fitting to this Sunday Scribblings word - LOST
http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/That callous reality sets in every day around 4pm.
She makes her living by constantly admonishing
my imagination.
Persistent in trying to rid you of my possibility. I sit alone in the car, driving lost and entertaining my fabrications,
weaving one thread across the other. Creating a whole world of fictitious opportunities when...I've come to a stop
and she comes striding in, slamming the passenger door with that
smug glower
Sometimes she looks like laughing children,
an unlocked chain on a door,
or a spinning wedding band,
other times she looks like my best friend.
Still she's there to cut the tether
The feelings are nothing but frustration and mockingly all self-imposed.
Ridiculous really for reality to interfere with what is not and
what will never be.
Still I'm hopeful that the world I create in my dreams one day,
somehow, have something,
a touch, a path, a response or a resonance to do with
my waking day.
Reader Comments (9)
Phew, I think I've got that same dream too!
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Brilliant dear. Just loved this
Love this - it has great flow and layers.
A deeply layered delight there.
Sad. It flowed wonderfully and is almost lyrical, but it's so sad.
What a sad tale filled with longing. Nice job!
This was so beautiful! I could fill the sadness and yearning...it really resonated deeply with me.
i just love the way u write! xox
hauntingly sad - such a real craving for the fantasy to be reality and for reality to be deleted!!!