Within my lane I stayed
Hoping life would start again without being led astray
A journey of many years yet so strained
A world of love I had tagged it
Yet with every moment tagged with heat
A life void of anything called peace
He was all I wanted
All I could ever painted
Yet filled with pains so untainted
To walk away I sailed
My heart yet refused to sail
Hanging unto mirrors yet so vain
Like a dream did I snapped
Calling me out from my nap
A nap beneath the ocean so capped
I looked at you and screamed
You're not real,
I ran with heels up yet loud
You're not real,
You smiled and held my hands so tight
Whispering aloud, I am real! !
With confidence you'd say,
I'm real, more than you can feel
I'm not him but me,
Reminding me of him who saw nothing but empty me
One drunk with narcism
With an end filled with sarcasm
Yet I held high,
You're not real,
In fear was I never to trust any again
But your trust you sold to me at no gain
Convincing me of you being real
One sent to help me come out so real
Ladman, you're not real
But life itself is not real
Nothing exists that feels real
Yet a gamble I'm prepared to see as real
Tuesday 12th August,2025 @ 11: 28pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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