Losing my mind

Lights sparkle off of the moving images

On the dance floor in glittering attire,

Around the edges I see the flames of the candles

And along the wall there is a real open fire,

Heady is the music as the drinks are consumed

Dizzy and blurred the glittering figures move to the tunes,

And it all seems so very alien to me, like a dream

Of which i am a voyeur not participating,

Colours overwhelming my confused vision

Send me into a spiraling unsteady condition,

As I feel like the floor and my being may soo be in collision,

So I sit and feel this experience wash over me

Like a giant endless and powerful tsunami,

Then all goes dark as I pass completely out

And then later I hear alarms without a doubt,

Startled I awaken in my sweat sodden bed

And I feel the repercussions of the dream throbbing in my head,

But it will be a moment in time not easy to erase or had I forgot

What does this mean I truly know not,

But then I question was it a dream or is it real as I seem

To still hear the muffled tunes downstairs,

I wish not to know or dare take a look for I am scared

That my mind is now broken and I am not aware.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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