reality hit

Mon, 03/04/2019 - 19:09 -- ArpitaL

My hand slipped under the curtains of reality and pulled.

What’s behind there you’re hiding from me?

I asked for a peek now I’m taking more than a glance.

I grabbed the sheets and grasped without a second chance

All time stood still and the clock stopped working maybe against its will.

Maybe I shouldn’t be seeing this far into reality

But I'm already sitting at the top branch of the apple tree

Looking down through my rose-tinted glasses

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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