poet george freek

Illusion (After Liu Yong) by George Freek

Illusion (After Liu Yong)
It is the early hours
before day breaks like ice.
The wind blows
through the shivering trees,
and brings them
to their knees.
I stare at blank walls.
I hear dead leaves
falling from those trees.
My heart ticks slowly
like the drip of a water clock.
I stare into the mirror,
where I see nothing,
but a strange image,
where I should see me.
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘The Chiron Review’; ‘Torrid Literature’; ‘The Adelaide Magazine’; and ‘Off Course Review.’ His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.