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False Reality

False Reality My heart starts racin’ I can’t stop pacin’ this peril I’m facin’ feels so real. So I breathe, and the rush relieves the pain and I grieve, a life I’ll never live today There’s a chill so I down another pill and I swear these ghosts are real ‘cuz they’re real So I breathe, and the rush relieves the pain and I grieve but everything will be ok…so they say Then I see it in their eyes, everyone is spewing lies they don’t care; or they despise that I’m real. So I breathe, and the rush relieves the pain and I grieve down the path, I run away. This can’t be me helpless slave to misery captive to your memory though you’re not real... I can’t breathe, or escape this crushing pain as I grieve all that's real falls to decay. Then as I wake oh, how my frame begins to shake and I weep for my own sake and its unreal. 07/26/15

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Kp Nunez

Date: 7/30/2015 3:44:00 AM

Makes me think I'm taking a peek at the insides of a disturbed mind, the manic-depressive kind, from feverish excitement to descent into depression...a literal vicious cycle for the one suffering. 7. Kim

Emile Pinet

Date: 7/28/2015 2:32:00 PM

The story is so realistically described one can feel each breath of panic and fear summoned from the deep recesses of the heart, where they so often dwell. Very good job of creating a powerful emotional statement. Emile.

The Grahamburglar
Date: 7/28/2015 4:19:00 PM

Hey Emile, thanks for sharing your thoughts and taking the time to visit and read my work. I really appreciate it.

Viv Wigley

Date: 7/27/2015 11:28:00 PM

I always look forward to dipping into your works, Preston, and am never disappointed. You always fit the right style to the subject, and this canters along almost out of control- I can visualise someone walking round in tight circles,clenched fists to his forehard, talking to himself through gritted teeth, just this side of meltdown. Great piece. Regards, Viv

The Grahamburglar
Date: 7/28/2015 12:15:00 AM

Hey Viv, thank you for the insightful feedback.

Afolabi Muideen

Date: 7/27/2015 7:03:00 PM

Your write swims smoothly in the heat of the readers, I love this lyric it is well describe...........A.M.

The Grahamburglar
Date: 7/27/2015 10:39:00 PM

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/26/2015 10:32:00 PM

A good one that makes me think of depression and anxiety. My husband suffers from both and I once penned a poem called Night Snake, which reminds me a bit of this one. I have to tell you that I enjoyed your comment at that one blog on freedom of speech. I think there has to be a line somewhere on how much freedom we can give people. Even tv shows have to use CENSORING!!

The Grahamburglar
Date: 7/27/2015 10:37:00 PM

Hi Andrea, thank you for your insights and encouragement.