This Is Not Reality

This Is Not Reality 

If a poem posts
in cyberspace
and nobody sees it

Does it have impact?

Is it even real?

Maybe tis all a dream

Just a slight tear
in the fabric of time

That black hole
where missing socks
and sad memories reside

It will simply be
another unsolved
mystery

A riddle devoid
of working clues

File it away

For it matters not
in the grand scheme
what gets read
here today

Cause it will all
be forgotten anyway

Lost in the abyss
of history

So accept
and let
our little malfunctions go

Poetry never read
will soothe the
nerve exposed

That probably
should not
have been
displayed anyway