The perils of a mind’s imitations of life – A poem

I wake from a dream to be greeted
With an oddly 
Encompassing loneliness.
A dream filled with vivid imitations
Of a life that could be mine
Or words that could be spoken
From people I could touch. 
I have not yet learned to notice 
How time jumps 
Or how the clocks don’t tick,
So a sudden sense of loss
Permeates me 
As I lay,
A part of me torn away,
With the rising of the sun 
And my return to the awake. 
Unsure of how I came to be here,
I can’t help but wonder..
How can an illusion be so strong?
And how can something feel so real
When it’s only in my head?