ILLUSION
In a daze I sit and stare.
I think, what do I have in common with this blue chair.
It has four legs, I have two.
The only similarity I can see, is we are both blue.
It occupies the spot in front of my desk.
Just like my life the desk is a mess.
Nothing in order, everything scattered and askew.
Damn, the desk symbolizes my life to.
It is sad to think these objects represent what I have become.
Just like the table and chair, I cannot run.
Stuck in one spot, not how I wish this to be.
Yet I can't move. This is not how I want things to be.
My window is unclear.
You just can't see.
As it is through my eyes.
This room represents me.
My soul screams out, for anyone to hear.
What this chair and I don't have in common is this fallen tear.
The end is close.
My emotions ceasing to exist.
Because of this the chair is on my best friend list.
While I sit with my new legs on the floor in my chair.
I lose myself in the moment and when you look you wonder if I was even ever there.