This is a tour of your own navel that takes the reader nowhere.
Look at what you've written - you wondered at something unimaginable (i.e., "unreal," fake) but comparable to other things, people... What nonsense.
The rhetoric of L9 and L10 just sits unless you expect the reader to treat banalities as the subject matter for L11 and L12.
In L10 - "asleep while she's awake"? Good grief.
Here's some serious advice. Read some decent published poetry. Try to develop an ear for the stuff.
The meter is off; the subject matter is the climax of angst-ridden poetic orgy; and the insightful jabs are just "a mirage". This piece is hopeless. Start over, read some decent published poetry, and try again.
Better luck next time.
Points: 890
Reviews: 915
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