Lost In A Paracosm

By Maya Afonso

drifting, in an endless void,

falling with no direction.

here empty space beckons,

and who am I to resist her call?

walking through a field of flowers.

bruised anemone fill this field,

their petals purple with faded hope.

slow winds cause mindless leaves to rustle,

I trip, and the earth watches me fall.

my eyes open to fire,

dragons regal in the skies,

fae mischievous in their forests.

my eyes however, do not widen in hope;

I have learnt to know better.

in a blink I am elsewhere

in lands of chemicals and curiosity,

of coats, labs and questions,

it is here where truth dictates,

and in her realm I am not welcome.

in voids I lie again,

knowing of an escape,

yet motionless I drift

for every escape I seek,

I am lost once again,

in a paracosm of my own making.

By Maya Afonso