SHANEGORMLEY

Yesterday I woke from a dream so real,

So vividly tangible; so surreal.

It blossomed into something ethereal

My unique life: the three-part serial.

 

Today I struggle to feel complete,

From the metaphysical there’s no retreat;

The morbid illusion that time is replete,

I’m a passenger trapped in the backseat.

 

Tomorrow I’ll sleep through a life so fake,

And watch it melt; proverbial snow flake.

The darkness looms, impossible to shake,

What will be waiting when next I awake?