Unreality
Walking on a street filled with
lonely people looking downward.
No smiles to be found.
Store window displays staring
back with vacant eyes, like so
many lost souls looking
for a place to belong.
Days racing by like a speeding
train, only stopping long enough
to discharge passengers. Each hour
barely perceptible as they fly by.
Wine drenched memories. Fingernails
digging into flesh. Hair pulled out in
handfuls. The hot breath of doubt
breathing down my neck.
A smile across the face of fear.
At ninety-five miles an hour racing
towards the sun, no one saw it coming,
as the sky opened up to swallow
those left behind.
Unreality has become real, walking
on a street filled with lonely people looking
downward. No smiles to be found.
Ann Christine Tabaka
Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017
Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published
poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her
husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page &
Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger
Fish Critical Review; Foliate Oak Review, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine,
RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The
Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Advaitam Speaks Literary Journal, Ann Arbor
Review.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon
request)
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