Not Real Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Not Real
In the middle of a dream
you wake to realize it is gone
Yet the feeling you experienced
is causing your heart to race
A faint dusty trail lingers
just below the surface
A chalky image remains
Gripping silently…it will not erase
Dare you close you eyes again
allowing darkness to invade
Controlling your mind with mirrors…
entering an illusion of a nowhere place
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