This is a poem I wrote for my new story Room 3. I promise I am not insane, but my character is. I haven't posted Room 3 on fictionpress yet, but I hope you all check it out when I do.

I think this is one of the better poems I've written, but I still don't consider it that good (which seems to be a given for people who write poetry) and prefer other kinds of writing. Like stories. Which is what I do. Yeah...


Everyone.

So many.

Crowding.

Talking.

Don't they know that they aren't real?


I can see them.

I can hear them.

I can feel them.

I can sense them.

Don't I know that they aren't real?


Worlds.

So many.

Crowding.

Talking.

Don't they know that they aren't real?


I can see them.

I can hear them.

I can feel them.

I can sense them.

Don't I know that they aren't real?


Universes.

So many.

Crowding.

Talking.

Don't they know that they aren't real?


I can see them.

I can hear them.

I can feel them.

I can sense them.

Don't I know that they aren't real?


Times.

So many.

Crowding.

Talking.

Don't they know that they aren't real?


I can see them. (I shouldn't be able to)

I can hear them. (They told me I shouldn't be able to.)

I can feel them. (They said nothing, but I knew I shouldn't be able to.)

I can sense them. (I can't, it's just a dream.)




Don't I know that they aren't real? (Oh.)

Can't you see it?

Can't you hear it?

Can't you feel it?

I can sense it.

You can see it. (Just like me.)

You can hear it. (You're like me.)

You can feel it. (We're both like me.)

Don't you know they aren't real? (Crazy.)