Real

Is this world real,
Or am I real.
I don't think I'm real,
Is this how not to feel real.
This doesn't appeal not being real,
Stomachs full that cannot be real.
Haven't eaten meal know that is real,
I feel therefore I might be real.
My mind apologised for not being real,
Cannot believe my hands and feet are real.
Is my body cursed locked in a tiny universe not real,
Wait I don't want to leave this place don't want to be real.
They smack me what have I done why do I feel alive real,
They hand me over she cuddles me it feels unbelievably real.
She speaks as I open my eyes for the first time it's real,
" Hello son I'm your mum how do you feel I can't believe this is real".
I gurgled the answer back indescribably real.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-24 at 00:09

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you can't be less real than the world around
can you? unless you are a ghost...? and in the case of a ghost, maybe he works in the back office of God counseling...
2023-01-24