I reach out, yet reach farther in
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Everything I touch crumbles away beneath my fingertips
Floating, floating in a new dimension
Foreign and alien, yet so damn familiar
My brain pulsing, my breathing deep and heavy
Hot flashes take over the flesh of my face
Blood lingering through each vessel
Slowly passing throughout my body
Each platelet, each cell slipping steadily through each vein
I try to swallow, yet my throat is swallowed up
Each sip of water disappears into my throat and absorbed into a wall of tissue
Never to quench my undying thirst
My tongue, dry and enlarging
Filling my mouth
Losing my capability to speak
Words, from my brain to my vocal cords
Yet not even uttered
The silence is deafening upon my ears
My pulse races
Fear strikes a chord in my heart, in my inner being
Where am I?
Am I dead?
Is this a foreign place to me?
I'm detached from this reality
Have I left reality, or am I slipping into true reality?
Reality and fantasy become merely milliseconds from each other
Slipping into and out of a fantasiful state
Perhaps a different, or new, dimension of this world
Or perhaps a different dimension of myself
Of my inner soul or mind
My inner being
Every time I close my eyes
I plunge deeper into the abyss
Is this Hell?
Is this Heaven?
Is this death, or is it true life?
Focus - I have to focus
Don't lose touch now
Bubbling and crawling on me
My skin comes alive upon me
My spirit struggling to escape its confines
Trying to break free of its bondage
As I struggle harder, it tightens about me
It slips and rubs on me
My muscles strain and relax
Twitching and jerking, I can't get out
I try to cry out for help
But no sound emitted from my mouth
Laughter bursts the silent bubble of my inner trek
Friends among me
Are they there,
Or am I here?
On their own journeys
They are absent from me
Only their empty hulls surround me
I realize that I am alone in this
A self-realization must take place
I relax and try casually focusing
Sleepiness takes me
I begin to slumber...
To fall into a deep sleep...
Everything to be back as it was, upon my awakening
I would say "normal"...
But, is it really normal?
Was this all just a dream?
What is real and what is fantasy?
Where is the line drawn?
Is there another dimension?
Or is this all?
Is it in our minds, or our subconscious?
Or is it another place we journey to?
So many questions to ponder...
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