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

This will simply be
another unsolved mystery

A circular riddle devoid
of working clues

So file the disconnect away

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

Cause it will all
be forgotten anyway

Lost in the deep abyss
of semi literate history

Best accept
and let
the indignation
of literary neglect go

The written word
that punctures the author's
nerve fully exposed
probably
should not
have been 
displayed anyway