DREAM

I close my eyes, waking up from
the reality I thought was real.
I laughed and rejoiced, thankful
that I'm back in this abandoned
existence.

I felt the grass on my hand
as the pebbles slipped through
my fingerslike sand.
I tried to reveal my sadness,
I shrieked--good.
I tried to check for the pain,
I giggled--good.

I embrace the nothingness
and detachment that solitude
has confined me into.
The incessant leaking of my ardor
has taught my being misery
--my being warped into the chasm
of delirium.
Surreal. Distorted. Odd.