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Twisted Reality
Like a glass of crystal
I feel so fragile.
Like I just keep
breaking.
Into tinier pieces
until the bits
are microscopic.
No way
to put
the puzzle
together again.
The aches & pains
of splitting off.
Splinters of dignity.
They tear me down
every day.
I run to escape
but there's nowhere to go.
Everything I see
is horror mixed
with chaos.
Nasty surprises that
jump!
out at me.
A neverending series
of mini heart attacks.
My chest caving in ~
I can't breathe.
Can't focus.
Can't see.
This hell on earth
never ends.
Like Chinese water torture,
every day.
You'd think
I'd become immune
eventually
but no such luck.
I long for someone
to dream with
but they never
arrive.
Peddling a broken bicycle
through a virtual world.
Nothing seems real ~
but it's a twisted,
messed-up reality
that never should have
been here at all.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
5:25 p.m.
July 4, 2021
Like a glass of crystal
I feel so fragile.
Like I just keep
breaking.
Into tinier pieces
until the bits
are microscopic.
No way
to put
the puzzle
together again.
The aches & pains
of splitting off.
Splinters of dignity.
They tear me down
every day.
I run to escape
but there's nowhere to go.
Everything I see
is horror mixed
with chaos.
Nasty surprises that
jump!
out at me.
A neverending series
of mini heart attacks.
My chest caving in ~
I can't breathe.
Can't focus.
Can't see.
This hell on earth
never ends.
Like Chinese water torture,
every day.
You'd think
I'd become immune
eventually
but no such luck.
I long for someone
to dream with
but they never
arrive.
Peddling a broken bicycle
through a virtual world.
Nothing seems real ~
but it's a twisted,
messed-up reality
that never should have
been here at all.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
5:25 p.m.
July 4, 2021
