Twilight Zone This Is Not My Home

In the twilight zone...everyone who knows me
Knows my secrets, my fears, my weaknesses,
My favorite things, things I hate, things I love,
My morals, my values, my beliefs, my opinions,
My thoughts, my plans, my past, my whole life
History, nothing about me has ever been a mystery.
Or a lie. I no longer want to die.
In fact I never want to.
The truth rings clear.
To exist in this nightmare.
Never ending unchanging.
Angels can't protect me.
My essence transparent.
Mercy & goodness don't follow me.
The whole world doesn't stop.
I make no sense.
I fail to understand myself.
I want to believe.
To know the truth.
I don't doubt evil prevails.
A steady hand
With a curious eye.
A silent voice
With thoughts that cry.
Hear me now.
Time never rewinds.
Life does not pause.
It has an effect and cause.
The future can't fast forward.
Life is never duplicated.
A person can't be resurrected.
Or an entity replicated.
Do lifetimes repeat itself?
Again and again.
Why is that familiar?
A deju vu so similar.
The argument escalates.
I am cloned in the twilight zone.
Nothing is real or what it seems.
A blur of confusion, misunderstand,
Out of focus.
I am trapped in a place I never wanted to be.
My decisions are not all mistakes
Some I regret.
Some you take.
Some memories forgotten.
By choice.
I block out the bad from my mind.
The universe is a mystery.
Do our thoughts come from angels?
Our choices influenced by fallen angels
Once condemned
Damned from this world.
Are we fools of our own demise?
Who is watching?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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