Returned

Experiences pass me by. 
There is no "now." 
I'm wandering amidst 
The supernova 
Remnants of my past. 
I'm questioning 
If anything was 
Ever real. So I've 
Returned - and I am 
Breathing dust, 
Dark matter in 
The place of my 
Creation. In 
Desperation, 
In this ghostland 
I'm searching emptiness 
That scared me until 
Realization cast 
That I'm myself 
A ghost of my 
Imagination.

Reviews

[JT Godin]

Great flow, engaging writing. Also, thematically interesting.