Belonging Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This picture projected an obvious occurrence; viewing as common factors known the various features shown: feeling deep inside this darkening dread, something just ain't right.

The picture is a clear vision of people interacting with each other, moving to and fro about each other, doing normal things: absent of sensing it all perfect, thinking something strange.

I'm communicating with them by talking; answering any questions I can, removing any doubt: trapped in absolute silence, in this wall of suspension of what's actually happening.

Their faces peering directly towards me; seemingly to them, I am being the major event: denying their smiling glances upon me, that assures nothing.

I don't recognize any of them moving about me; thinking to myself this is surely a trap: finding no escape, only closed doors, from this apparent dreaming nightmare.

I frantically searched the room for any exit, eventually coming upon my probable freedom: taking a final gasp of things before opening that door.

I stepped outside into my wanted freedom, viewing the streets and buildings I knew: relive in mind each factor, I was finally getting closer to solving this maze.

As I reached the street corner, I found a big surprise; beholding a tremendous gigantic dome: knowing fully now I didn't belong.