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.
