I am ripped from a dream
Being awakened
By the call of reality 
Running like cold water
Over my mind
And washing away
The fatal delusion
That I could ever belong
Without having to face
I was bound to fall
From the fake to the nothing
Never to be pulled up
Again.

Comments

  • Author Portrait

    Beautiful poem even though it´s very sad. Welcome to Belle! :)

  • Author Portrait

    Sad but on its way great! Welcome here on Belle!

  • Author Portrait

    Sad but really touching poem. Welcome to Belletristica!

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