Delusions

Waves are closing in.

I know they are

waiting,

watching,

waiting,

waiting.

Time is passing

like a sharp and cutting wind,

leaving everyone scarred

who feels it passing.

The world lies still at times,

when the dimensional doors

are wide open

for everyone to step through.

I have gone missing.

Wandered too much

through endless universes.

My mind disfigured by gravity.

And the search for

sanctuary

continues through time.

Infinity rolled up like your sleeve.

But it’s not you.

I can’t decide if you are an illusion,

a trick my mind plays on me,

or if you are a different version

of yourself.

Too many chances taken

leave you lonely

and with the delusions

of your short, human life.

Another one of my more recent poems.
First published here.