An alternate reality


It is futile.
I have become invisible.
They see right through me.
They turn a deaf ear to me.

What is this trap I’m in?
An alternate reality?
Is it too late for escape?
Anyone! Help me break loose.

I am one against many.
Branded an outcast.
One without voice or face.
A woman without a Champion.

The people have banded.
A mob gathering planned.
What will they do to me?
I am unable to defend myself.

No one comes to my defense.
They see right through me.
I scream at them, pleading.
They turn a deaf ear to me.

Who will cry for me tomorrow?
Not me. My tears are dried up.
Will they miss me tomorrow?
Not me. I am without voice or face.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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