Illusion

Casey Kelley on Nov 22, 2009

Do not be afraid. Find what is real. And never let go.

You are that whisper in the wind,

that gives me chills,

while I stop and hark.

The shadow lurking everywhere,

That haunts me,

in the abashed dark.

The spider crawling down my leg,

while I try to sleep.

I scratch to no avail.

The scream heard among the silence,

while I walk alone,

down the winding trail.

The man I thought I dreamt of,

but soon realized I’m,

Incapable of loving.

A distant brush upon my skin,

You are my imagination.

You are nothing.

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Comments (13)

ssaunders on Nov 22, 2009
Interesting piece
Majic on Nov 22, 2009
There’s a sense of creepiness in there. I thought it’s about a stalker…
cardy on Nov 23, 2009
A lovely poem sounds like a ghost to me liked this a lot!
F J McCarthy on Nov 23, 2009
Hopefully you are a light sleeper,spider on the leg would drive me nuts. Good read Casey.Thanks F J.
Rod Ferrandino on Nov 23, 2009
To me, it seems like you are picking your way through the mental web-scape of a dream-catcher; intriguing images, and things you can’t quite reach. Far out.
STEVE666 on Nov 23, 2009
Deep! Great write, Casey!
Will Gray on Nov 23, 2009
So deep and well written!!
petercurtis97 on Nov 23, 2009
interesting imagery
BradONeill on Nov 23, 2009
that was really good Casey. Thanks for sharing. I loved the imagery of a nagging memory.
Tremell Datoine on Nov 23, 2009
I really liked this piece! I think the ending really set it off “You are my imagination. You are nothing.”

I actually read this aloud to someone as well and she said it reminded her of actual people in her life and past.
Billyfnstacy on Nov 23, 2009
Very good writing.
Midie on Dec 1, 2009
Imagination can be real sometimes. I hope you will find your man in real life. Nice writing.
qasimdharamsy on Dec 13, 2009
Nice Written !!

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