Acrostic: A Rip in Reality
©August 14th 2022, Olan L. Smith
Almost sane, I think to myself, but don't answer.
Reasonable faculties reside within our reality, and is
In our grasp. Who shakes our foundation to the core?
Perhaps it is You, master of deception, master of nothing.
Include each in reason, reach in our soul, and restore
Neverland, at least there we find sanity an easy grasp.
Rivers flow, no one remembers what was with precision.
Elevate your remembrances over mind, make real
Alterations to the fabric of time, sew it shut in our histories,
Lovingly written as fact, but are only glimpses of illusions
In our mind. So, do your research, gather fragments in your
Transient outings of times you'll never witness, and determine
Your truth and force it on others. Tear down the tributes, delete!
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
