My Subconscious

By Jiya Somai

Is it real? Is it real?

Is it a dream or something that I conceal?

What is a dream?

Is it reality or just a fear?

Is it creativity or just a souvenir?

Hidden in the dark corners of my mind

Answers that I can’t find

When I’m half dead, it feels so real

But when I’m half awake it looks unclear

I catch my voice looking for me

I listen to it in my dreams

It keeps questioning “exactly who are you supposed to be?”

What do they want?

What do I want?

All these noises they get me no where

Depleted, weary, in the deep vacuum I stare

Why can’t I end the things that I start?

They keep breeding deep inside my heart

Either I will eat it up or tear them apart

Or I will rehumanize and create art

By Jiya Somai