Reality Itself By Oliver Plaice, www.PoetryPoem.com/oliverspoems Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
There's a reflection coming back to me
but I don't recognize the image so well
a face is laughing and smiling out there
but somehow it seems quite different...
As I sit here looking out through the gate, this
plate glass picture frame unfolds before me
into a world where there are wonderful things
unfortunately I'm the only one who is missing -
Is this a reality I see before me
or just my guilty conscious eating away at me
making these things appear before my eyes
I sit alone here watching and waiting...
Nothing changes, nothing exceeds or extracts
from the reality of truth in this life
I ask my self what is reality, is it just a reflection
of one's self looking through that window of life?
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