Hallucinated Agents
Neurons spark, and shadows play,
Voices linger; thoughts betray.
In silent rooms, visions sway,
Whispers of the mind drift away.
Figures born from thought’s thin seam,
Wandering through the mind’s lost dream.
Eyes unseen, yet always near,
Laughing softly, feeding fear.
Reality bends, a fragile thread;
Where imagined voices fill your head.
Voices speak where none should be,
Imagined beings haunt the mind we see.
Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
