Prose - Is Fiction Really The Truth?
What is false
About fiction
Other than aliens
And logical contradiction?
What of human emotion
From experience?
The physical
A vehicle of convenience
Transporting
Metaphor
Of the human condition
As you curl
In fantasy
Alone
Drifting away
From what has been sown
But are you?
As you read
The words of another
Where does it lead?
But back to your life
The one you escape
With the pages
You think are safe
Held by hands
Scarred by the grip
You maintain on your fears
Where you trip
Into the theme
Of recurring failure
And sorrow
And unrequited prayer
You believe
Another man’s words
Of a made up world
Can provide the guards
Between you
And the truth of misery
So you read fiction
And escape into his reality
Is it sadder than your own?
Is that what you need?
To know an alien cries
And that they bleed?
This was brought about after a comment or two with emichael....