What is the truth?
Hidden in plain sight
Why the smoke of false promises
Betrayal of omission
In the image of the real
What is love
What is life
In the presence of what is not
But portrayed
As you show a facade
A mask
The person I met
Do I know or was I played
In a game Unknown to me
Purpose: What purpose could it have?
Who am I?
Am I real, either
Or just a digital creation
Existing to facilitate
A connection
That’s already broken
It just hasn’t registered
In Time

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe