Imaginary Memories

You aren't real, so you never existed.

Illusion man
Here he stands
His imaginary voice calling,
He's outstretching his hands

And all he does is get
In
My
Way

May all that does not exist
Please cease and desist.
And may all in existence stand
But oh, they protest.

He still stands here
In
My
Way

I know it can't be
That you belong in reality
Just because I can't let go
Of my imaginary memories

You stay here
In
My
Way

My immortal, my dream,
More persistent than you seem,
Wake me from insanity
And wipe my memory clean

And never again be
In
My
Way

Is it no big deal,
How I felt and still feel?
You don't care, so you can't exist
If naught of us was real

But you're still here.
In.
My.
Way.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think, please. And don't just give me compliments, give me advice.

Reviews

[kymee]

Well this poem isnt in my way.
very creative. I dont just give out compliments I appreciate good work when I see it. I am a rhyming poet so I am trying to get used to other styles and ways of writing. please excuse me if I didnt go into detail. The idea was good.
what type of poem is this?

[An owl on the moon]

I couldn't think of a way to improve.. I feel that poetic expression is very individual. I did enjoy the rhythmic breaks your form provided and the depth of the insights shared.

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

At first I thought breaking up "in my way" into three separate lines made the poem a little choppy, but at the end it seemed fitting. It puts more emphasis and emotion into the phrase. I like the way you used repetition; it worked well. Creatively done.