The Imposter

A strange clammy feeling

has crept inside me

and the world suddenly seems

so unreal around me

I feel a hollowness inside me

Is it a bad dream?

but the dream was the one

from which I woke up it seems

The world has shifted left

or has it shifted me?

Everything seems moving

yet I feel stationary

Naive and challenged

I lived life quietly

and the silence has now

strangled the reality

Immune and invisible

I am a shadow on the street

at the corner I turn

and The Imposter do I see

Eyes, hair and built

he even smiles like me

he is in the center of

what I wanted for me

In calm disbelief

I turn back to the street

The Imposter now lives my life

and has replaced me

The Painting on the Wall

As old as time

and hangs pristine

mark of perfection

of an artist's prime

is The Painting on the Wall

Hooked by my eyes

I gaze mesmerized

every time I pass ;

intriguing through it's disguise

is The Painting on the Wall

It paints a scene

of what could have been

Immuning my senses

by it's purity and sheen

is The Painting on the Wall

And subdued emotions rise again

I am living in that time again

and making me believe

in that reality again

is The Painting on the Wall

And the clock on the wall chimes

reminding me of the lost time

and what is not mine to call

yet will forever be mine

is The Painting on the Wall