Belonging Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This picture seemingly projected an obvious occurrence; displayed hard action as commonly known when viewing the various features: I felt this deep strange cast of dread, holding onto something that just wasn't right.


The picture is a vision of people interacting with each other; moving to and fro about each other, doing normal endeavors: absent myself from sensing all perfect, set ideas, something peculiar.


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


Their faces watching me peering directly towards me; seemingly to them to know me, being the major event in the room I am: denying their smiling glances, not knowing them appearing to me doubtful, that assures nothing.


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


I frantically searched the room for any exit, trying to break what presented as the norm; eventually coming upon my probable freedom: taking a final gasp of things before opening that door.


I stepped outside into my thought wanted freedom, viewing the normal 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; covering a vast region of streets and buildings, beholding a tremendous gigantic dome: knowing fully now I didn't belong.