Poem: My Life is an Illusion

My Mind Is An Illusion.

I think I am lonely by design

that God said "Let's give you a mind for two or three"

it was given as a gift.

enough mind for books to play like movies and movies to feel like real life.

suspended in disbelief,

allowing stories to be told,

to be real.

my brain tried this euphoric feeling itself and re-drafted life into complex storylines.

i dont know where it went wrong. where the stories went dark and turned sour.

my brain didn't mean to make the realms that intersected sweet and vibration

turn to aches and tension but it happened and it stayed

i try to tell God but i don't think i am heard anymore,

why did he have to go?