"Reality"

This is a poem i wrote during one of my bouths of insomnia

Descending into deep confusion

what I see is my illusion

shouded tales as gospel posed

reality has been transposed.



Mirrors casting odd reflections

odder still upon inspection

grasping shadows, balance sides

in this dimension solace hides.



Playing games of cat and mouse

lost inside this conjured house

Elusion is the master plan the only

way to win this hand.



Madding maze of persection

trapped inside my own

delusion, slick thick black and

chambered gloom, shades

of darkness cloaking doom.



Familiar feel of trepidation

with no hope of consolation

most other feelings lost by now

would lose these to if I knew how.



Hazey views and half perseptions

is this real or mere deception

cobwebs strangle struggling thoughts

for far to long this fight we've faught.



Giving in to this intrusion as they say,

I'm disllusioned sinking slowly to

the floor far to tired for anymore.



This game and lost mentality has

done me in at last I see nothing

is as it should be, seems it's merely

dreamt reality.



by,Helen

Marie

Hawkins