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Altered

by Erin Jones

In an altered state of being that exists beside reality,
I live as though none of this truly exists,
   as though one day I will just open my eyes,
      to find that my life was just a bad dream.
I am so close to waking up that I can see
   the beauty that lies beyond my dreams.
I can feel the warm air in the breeze,
   smell the sweet incense of the trees,
      hear the songs of the birds so pleased.
I can taste the world that lies just beyond my reach.

But in the altered reality that exists only in my mind,
I'm crouched in the corner,
   my eyes closed tight,
      my hands desperately clutched to my ears,
         screaming repeatedly,
                     "THIS ISN'T REAL!"

03/07/2010

Posted on 03/08/2010
Copyright © 2020 Erin Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jody Pratt on 09/26/12 at 06:01 AM

I do that in this reality. And by the way, happy birthday. :)

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