The Grahamburglar Poet Lyric

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 July 30, 2015 at 3:44 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 July 28, 2015 at 2:32 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 July 28, 2015 at 4:19 PM Hey Emile, thanks for sharing your thoughts and taking the time to visit and read my work. I really appreciate it.

Viv Wigley July 27, 2015 at 11:28 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 July 28, 2015 at 12:15 AM Hey Viv, thank you for the insightful feedback.

Afolabi Muideen July 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM Your write swims smoothly in the heat of the readers, I love this lyric it is well describe...........A.M. The Grahamburglar July 27, 2015 at 10:39 PM I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.

Andrea Dietrich July 26, 2015 at 10:32 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 July 27, 2015 at 10:37 PM Hi Andrea, thank you for your insights and encouragement.