Mirror Poem by lamia harker

i live in delusion
pretend thoughts that cannot touch the real
the best thing is
my delusions speak back

they tell me it's all real even as
men and women walk through them
and they dissolve to mist

either i am losing touch with
reality
or trying to hard to
see the truth

doesn't matter
i am not strong enough to
evolve through the past
and the pain

i try and turn my back
on it all
problem is
it makes me sadder
to let go of the fantastic
than to let go of the mundane

(at least i am wanted somewhere
besides my thoughts)