SoCS – Lost to Unreality

The hollow air echoes,
undulating unreality in every breathe.
Every line of sight,
a deep tunnel stretching endlessly-
the more I try to grasp,
the farther it slips away
and I’m left shaking
helplessly waiting
for reality to ascend.
Tears might help,
but rarely do.
Fear grips my heart,
its icy fingers biting,
and suddenly
I can’t catch my breathe.
It hitches and claws,
tearing its way from my lungs,
out through my mouth in terrorized gulps.
Reality is lost,
floating around the edges of oblivion.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G. Hill.  Today’s prompt is “real”.  Do you know when you’re sick, how you have that feeling that nothing is real?  That’s how I feel today.  That’s also where the poem came from – trying to describe that feeling.  I hope it isn’t too bleak for your Saturday!

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