Literature
A Walk in the Fields (Poem)
A Walk in the Fields
Alt. Title: A Walk Through The Unreal
By J.C. Solis
I sit on my chair as I browse on the screen
As I wonder now what all I see means
I create and I draw, I write and I browse
All of these things that shock and arouse
Here I am in my peace, in my own little space
And yet there's no smile that is on my face
Though I am doing what I love to do
For some reason, my heart is not true
My thoughts are in jumbles, the feeling I feel
As my mind cannot see what is and not real
I can’t stop my angst, I can’t stop my drive
For only through work can I still survive
I am a slave to my work, my art, and my craft
To what I’ve created and have posted aft
I must continue what I love and hold dear
If only to avoid the things that I still fear
But as I work, the lights all flicker
The lights go out like candles and wicker
I am now in the dark, on my working throne
And I feel a foreboding right down to my bones
I hear the voices of what I've become
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