Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
#6 of Miscellaneous Works
Last poem, I promise. It's more of a free-write that I put into a slightly poetic form, but yeah.
Figments of My Reality
A sea of broken traffic lights,
The lone flag in the distance,
The slowly setting sun:
All figments of my reality.
I can't count the times
When my heart was crushed:
It feels too constant.
Too steady, too easy.
It all decays.
It's natural so I'm told.
Part of growing up.
Time passing.
The whole nine yards.
If so, why am I alone
Here, sitting on a staircase
Wondering whether home is home?
Is it? Who knows.
I escape to the less practical,
The majestic, the fantastical.
Why?
Because I can't be bothered there.
Who can interrupt my dreams then?
No one.
No one but me.
I can get in my own way.
I can curse myself for it:
"Damn it all, I fucked it up."
Laugh at my own jokes!
Why not? No one else will.
"Is that really what you want?"
No.
"Can't you just do better?"
Of course: how simple!
"Just walk out the door!"
Simple as that, huh?
The real world isn't a textbook.
No practicing: you get one shot.
One wrong step and you lose.
So why risk it?
The rush,
The thrill of the hunt,
The emotion you call fake?
That.
There's the rub:
How much are you willing to risk?
Next time, I'm saying 'fuck it.'
And throwing in all I've got.