Disappear
back into delusion
where stories matter
and your choices
are your own.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Disappear
back into delusion
where stories matter
and your choices
are your own.
The quiet day,
colour bled away
and snatching sound
from reality.
Walk through it
and wonder
if you prefer
the world this way.
Try to recall
a moment of awareness
and motivation
instead of
automatic living
the same steps,
waiting for a change
that never happens.
Find the balance
of me and you
to inject
in their world,
keeping them healthy,
safe,
alive.
Is that how it works?
Powercut
to pull you back
and hold you
in place,
forcing a stand still
and reminding you
you’re never
in control.
Aching back
to remind of failure.
It’s getting harder
to stand straight
after each signal.
Is it more comfortable
laying
on the ground?
A blackout
to highlight the importance
of trying
and remembering
the voices
behind the end product.
Is this enough?
Or is this
relationship over?
Teach a barrier
and surpass the expectation,
pride and acknowledgement
lifting away darkness
and settling your soul
to the future.
Sink into the isolation
of the forgotten corner,
only remembered
when requests
demand an audience.
Has your mind
awoken in time
to feign interest?
Count the days
expected of loneliness
and hard work,
note the unhurried response
on those unaffected.
Perhaps it’s time
you did the same.
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