It’s days I these I hate the grey skies
It’s days like these I hate the world around me
This realm we call reality is a terrible place filled with rotten people and rigged
Why are the worlds of our imagination so much sunnier than our grey reality?
I am in despair because I do not understand this reality
Is that why I’m afraid of it?
Reality is like a mirror — It’s all a matter on perspective
If reality is warped, its like a funhouse mirror, twisting and conforming your
image of reality
When are clear, reality is crystal clear like an untainted reflection
Reality is a gleefully fiendish creature
One false move and it strikes you down when you are at your highest
Reality is my enemy and my enemy is my friend and overseer
It is never afraid to show you its true hideous form: an amorphous smiling face
just grinning from ear to ear
I hate it, but I cannot deny that it is a necessary evil which dictates us all
No wonder I am more comfortable within the realms of fantasy and fiction
Norris Vaughn III is an aspiring author based in Tennessee. “I write poetry, fiction and just about anything that comes to mind or I put my mind into. Writing has been apart of my family as my mother took up writing as a hobby at a young age, and my grandmother was an aspiring author and poet until the day she died.
Bill Wolak has just published his fifteenth book of poetry entitled The Nakedness Defense with Ekstasis Editions. His collages have appeared recently in Naked in New Hope 2018, The 2019 Seattle Erotic Art Festival, Poetic Illusion, The Riverside Gallery, Hackensack, NJ, the 2019 Dirty Show in Detroit, 2018 The Rochester Erotic Arts Festival, and The 2018 Montreal Erotic Art Festival.