Disconnected
Disconnected
Some create their world divorced from reality
to rest in comfort and to fantasize
In mirrors they see the reflection of another
not the image which is so clearly visible
In this comfort zone fashions are designed
scenarios created which bring pleasure to the imagination
They are no longer themselves but someone else
A glass cupola descends over their life
others see the same person but changed
Their behaviour takes on a new dimension
as a stage has been built for the play
They become self consumed behind a fake veneer
a world of images dance before their glazed eyes
Reality remains as a thorny reminder
of a time and place with people best forgotten
And so they embellish this make believe world
which affords protection and assures satisfaction
They are no longer truly with us
but levitating on an ephemeral plane
Martin Elder
Sun 24th Feb 2019 19:56
At the risk of laying myself open to complete ridicule I am quite certain that I live in a world of my own at times. My default is worry when I start to believe my own B.S.
A marvellous poem as always Keith both in its art and its ability to make the reader stop and think
Love it