…what I remember is the
anguish,
The feeling of shock, then
fear
As I checked this reference
and that video
I wrote constantly, I posted
my findings
People online thought I was
mad
As I tried to reconcile everything
I knew with what I was seeing
how could I have missed this?
Yet, there it was right in front
of me..
The world of the real..was a lie
a phantom
Changing, shifting..like the sand
on a windswept beach
When did this begin?
Who did this?
Was I real..was anyone real?
If this place we call reality, is
as malleable as it appears
Then the actual reality must
be something else
Why, where are we really?
I felt lost in a dream, no a
nightmare..
Where nothing is what it
seems..
A world populated by shadows,
Where the most fearful thing..
Is I…might be a shadow…
Too..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe