I reach to grasp, my hands pass through. <br />The words evade, they are but smoke. <br />Thought has escaped, it is far gone, <br />My witless mind can work no more. <br /> <br />Past is slowly slipping away, <br />Future melts into the present. <br />I cannot know what this may mean <br />For reason wanes as does my mind. <br /> <br />Reality fades, disappears, <br />As fantasy takes brutal hold <br />Of weakened state, then recreates <br />The world which I will know no more. <br /> <br />Colors replace the sordid grays <br />That stood so long in des’prate hope <br />This day would come, to whisk away <br />The mind which held me prisoner.<br /><br />Anne Rhitak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/realistic-fantasy-or-fantastic-reality/
