Another day to look at reality
in its fiercest form
A devouring lion
A relentless hail that pounds
across my already bruised face.
Fresh, raw, and crazy
Sanity runs quicker than I
Cannot keep up
Cannot reach beyond my already outstretched fingers
to briefly at moments glance her strands
of hazy hair
Reality,
the strongest dream that I awoke from
If only I could control that phantom
which only appears in the darkness
to do my bidding
instead of depending upon it for my very life
Hope can disappoint
Dreams are by nature, fleeting
They roar and crave
Ever consuming and never satisfied
Mercilessness in it's cruelest form
like reality.
Oh let me be awake and this nightmare depart!
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