Thu, 11/02/2017 - 22:17 -- Audrea

Off in my own world either day or night,
             Images flow behind my open eyes.
              Over reality and stirs a fright.
         Never thought I was in for this surprise.

           Can’t tell if I am sleeping or awake.
          My life no longer feels like it is real,
             I tell myself it is just a mistake.
          I can’t distinguish what I see or feel.

          I am so tired but was just sleeping,
        Or was it? Could it all just be a dream?
      I don’t know what to think, it’s all blending,
      Images streak through my world like a beam.

       People are here and so grows their worries.
         That or it’s all just fading memories.

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