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Aug 2017
As I read through the mysteries
And the sense of mythical terror
My pupil widens, when suddenly
The page unfolds, matrix error

The lights, slightly flicker
And I feel those scary chills
The goosebumps popping
And a hallucination, of blood spills

The writings on the article,
Would rearrange somehow
Living me terrified, and thus
Confusing me with the then--and now

Wondering if it may be contagious
Or I may be just overthinking
But alone in this marooned house
I just keep sinking

Shaking off the delusional mirage
I finally find, myself safe at task
But then who am I and who is that, I --
That is wearing my shadow mask

Who is real? O' this is not true
If she is me, then where am I?
Who is she? Just like me
But her, everything seems a lie

Am I stuck in an invisible world,
****** in, a whirlpool of images
There seems no way out
My mind amplifying on edges

A hologram perhaps an illusion
Sapping my memories into the new me
A robotic machine or a demon
I don't know, who holds the key

Everything I see, is a reflection
Of me and my life, present and past
Nothing makes sense at all
Just, my name was,
                                  read out,
                                                  last!



©sim
I had mixed feelings while writing this poetic fiction story.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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