There was little else to do
I had know
Were you real or just an apparition
An Angel or Demon
I had to know
In the wee hours of the morning
When thoughts revolve around pillars
Of doubt and insanity
You were not real
Your thoughts only fragments of
My own imaginative mind
Your pain becoming my pain
A lie as there was only my pain
Retrofitted and amplified
I had to know
So I poked you and
Now I know
the truth
