It's inevitable, at one point you couldn't ask for more.
It's unimaginable, the next you are walking out the door.
My head was held high above the clouds, before they started panicking. As they panicked, their grip started loosening.
The same rain that they had sworn would never drown me again took my life.
It was so comforting, forgetting about the afterlife.
Feeling this false sense of warmth and security.
Like the clouds were ever solid.
My faith put into something that couldn't even be seen.
But I let it be, thought it was everything except a dream!
It all felt so real...a little bit too real .
YOU ARE READING
Too Real
PoetryNumbness makes you unaware of what you feel... [I'm releasing a few poems before "Lanie:The True Persona." Which is compilation of poems throughout 2012-2016.]