As Real As It Will Get Poem by Samantha Stough

Fate swings like a pendulum,
Hanging by a vine
But we chose to play with daggers,
And cut the ties that bind
Tender screams
And lacerated dreams,
The heart is more lethargic than it seems
Talking stars and warring worlds,
Wishes are hardening,
Forming into dull pearls
“Do they even matter? ” someone asks
No one answers,
And the moment has past
The center of it all is still like ice,
But its in the midst of rapid fire
An argument so worthless,
Yet still manages to inspire
The air seems to stiffen as a man realizes,
Each person is nothing more the a pet
I’m sorry my dear,
But this is as real as it will get