The One I Have Not Written Poem by Wayne Sowell

The one I have not written
Will be this one that you are beginning to read now
In the beginning I created
Fantasy.

Darkness fell
And Reality was born.
Reality was a liar from the start.

I held the mirror
Until it was broken
I tried as best I could
To restore the shards
To no avail.

I see everything in a myriad of prismatic patterns
Cut and chopped in endless view
But I can not see one day from the next.
I can never put two days together
So like the goose
I must wake up in a new world every day.

Dreams are like cell phone minutes
That can not be rolled over.

But moments in time can be remembered
But I only want to forget
I almost forgot to write this one
But in the end I did.

The process of writing interests me.I wonder why anything was ever written.
Written April 3rd,2006.