Original Poem: Untitled

     Hi guys! I've got another abstract poem today. I really don't know what to call this one. I wrote it at the end of September last year so I've had plenty of time to think about it, but nothing really seems to fit. Some might interpret it as dreaming, but I wasn't thinking about what dreaming feels like when I wrote it. The best I can come up with is maybe this is about what it's like to be inside someone's else's head. I don't know, it's weird whatever it is :)

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Lost in the make-believe
or trapped inside a dream?
Splashes of imaginary,
ghosts of reality.
Wandering through a forest of
thoughts you never can think of.
Running from fears that you can't see,
the things in your dreams that never sleep.
Distorted, flashing beams,
faded electricity.
Fantasies of memory,
metallic colors shimmering.
Infinite tunnel with light at the end
seems so straight but suddenly bends.
Searching, searching for escape,
running, running,
too late.
Glowing streamers,
flickering light,
gray and white fireworks ignite.
Sky so dull, yet so bright,
explosions lighting up the night.
Every Joy every Fear,
crystal ball, perfect sphere.
Visions of memories that were never made.
Everything comes crashing down.
Tidal wave in which we drown.
Eternal sleep in nothingness,
only ever knowing this,
Reality does not exist.
Untitled all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 9/26/17

     Welp, I hoped ya'll enjoyed this, even if you have no idea what it's supposed to be about. Keep being awesome my peeps!
                                                                                                 
                                                                                                  Torilinn