Apple of Eden

Crude cosmos tell me where the border lies,
Between make believe and realities disguise.

The silver gems held by invisible hand,
Stars or neon light but oh so bland?

Lavish colors spotting cornucopia’s field,
Flowers or curtains made to shield?

The blurry veil I hide behind, crudely torn, tossed aside,
Features bleed inside, sanity has lost this time.

Pillows, cushioned walls, blanket muffling distant calls,
Is this the high? I wish I could forever stay in flight.

Watch trees grow old, bear fruits,
Bring back the juice they hold.

I want to learn to make their hats,
With Alice in our wonderland,
Instead of labs with wired caps.

The friends who visit every day,
Dress in white to hide the pain,
Sorrow in their tired eyes, wasted, all in vain,
Lost everything I could have ever gained.