Walking the Line

The space between reality

And dreams is thinning

Unbearable so

Its hard discerning the difference

In that moment of waking

Unbearable confusion has me


Who am I? Where is this? What

Happened? If it’s not REAL

Then why do I FEEL it?

Every bruise and broken bone

Every word harshly spoke

Every choice. Every breath.

Then I wake up a mess, tangled

In blankets and pillows

Unaware of those; asking if

I’m okay. Unaware its not

A dream. More tricks

From my sleeping mind.

Yet every time I close my eyes

The happiness is replaced

By all the fears I’ve buried inside.

From all the lifetimes

I managed to survive

In such a short period

From just one chapter of my life.

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