Reality Poem by shelbie bozeman

cold, dark, fear
pulses through the world
through every peaceful home
and every boy and girl

imagination of wonders
creating great things
where the world is happy
angelic choirs sing

there are things we see
and things we fear
things we lost
things held dear

reality strikes,
the darkness swims
the light of the world
growns cold and dim

sometimes in life
things we see
is just an escape
from the harsh reality.