Ficklepoet

Delusion

‚ÄčI see the hour hand moving
But I try to resist
I hear the voices
I feel their angst
I see the horror
I reel in pain
I try to speak
But words fail me
I try to think
But all my thoughts perish
Everything is a haze
I am in my own maze
This is momentary
I lie to myself
Everything has an end
Till then I will pretend