all along
i was convinced
i always knew
at least i thought
that i knew, for sure
that this reality
my reality, in here
in my bubble
was real reality
but recently
it seems to me
i seem to become
aware of this other
this weird and ever
more horrible notion
that this, my reality
is not as real as it was
as it has been always
now the sense
is growing
the feeling
gets stronger
more and more
that it is like
a new reality is
seeping through
into my bubble
'seeping through into the Bubble' © Rob Knetsch 2013
I take it, the poem is about sharing. Hope I got it right. Good poem. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline
''into my bubble'' everybody lives in his/her own bubble.. where reality is mostly a subjective one.. and partly 'virtual'.. thanks for sharing, Rob Blessings
I am not even sure how reality is or should be defined. Thanks for sharing, Rob
I like the repetitive nature and simplicity of this. Good poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty of poetry is in the articulation, insight and penning. A well articulated poem, nicely encapsulated and insightfully written with conviction. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing Rob. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.