Tonight's Poet Corner: I Don't Want This To Be Real

I Don't Want This To Be Real
by Belinda Roddie

The pulse of something strange
in my already constricted veins -

it's unwanted.

It's unacceptable.

This rhythm is not the one

I've constructed from my bones.

I have built a crib for my shaking
brain, and yet, it wails dreams
without true music or words.

No poetry.
No story.
No sense of self.

Someone please tell me

that the virtual chaos I've absorbed
will fade into useless code

some day. Because

I am tired of illusions

mutating into existence by

sheer Force of Will.

I am tired of false prophets.

And I am tired of

the uncertainty

and instability

of my sanity.