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Arthur Loh Poem
The Redux
Re-emergence, visions flooding in while in a state of surrealism.
Not sure of whats right or wrong, no idea whats going on; it feel all too real.
It cannot be true, my eyes make a fool of me, this isn’t going on.
A nightmarish phantasm that refuses to end.
A false reality that bubbles up from the consciousness that is refused.
All that is done is to stare, and watch. Watch as things unfold.
A truth that is hidden, a reality that is ignored and not wanted.
Realize its but a dream, but also understand it holds substance to whats real.
Events are unfolding and going through the motions,
My imagination corrupts the mind, fills it with images unwanted.
I finally wake up from that lull. Unsure what to do next, unsure on what happened.
Fathom that was a false reality…but why does it leave me feeling so drained.
Copyright © Arthur Loh | Year Posted 2012
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Arthur Loh Poem
Copyright © Arthur Loh | Year Posted 2012
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