What Is Real Poem by Lyn Paul

I feel it's a poet's disillusionment with the way the world is heading for pursuing vain things. Maybe you've something else in mind, Lyn.

An intense poem of loss and dislocation. It flows beautifully and express' these feelings so well I enjoyed this poem 10/10 Thanks for sharing BB: O)

what is real leaves us wondering what is, scars are so easily left behind but hard to heal good write

What is real, when life throws us so much pain that people are too blind to see, as we struggle in a world that keeps moving forward, where do we belong? A beautifully written poem with great rhythm and flow!

What is real is a question. It is difficult to answer this.. World is often changing and it sees no pain, all it sees is what one gains even on others pain. Nothing can be done. It just leave one with scars who is unable to cope up with and it takes long time to heal. It just make one heartless after seeing all these! Beautiful write once again from your ink Lyn. I loved reading it.

To see the reality we need inner sight. A great fabulous write. Thanks for sharing.

Reality can not discounted...its part of existence! It is our ability to cope with it that counts!

Reality is a relative thing. Some part of your brain, an anatomy, decides what real is. But what shall decide whether that anatomy, that part of brain is real or not.

Many see this material world as reality, whilst others believe that reality lies within the soul. A thought-provoking write Lyn, lovely.

A good thing to think......sometimes i just hope that all life i have now is actually just a dream and i waiting myself to be awaken by someone saying i am sleeping...because the reality i saw just cruel...as when i see some faces their faces become more than a single expression...one on face others running in their hidden innerside...what is real also is for myself...which road i am driving myself? ? _Soul