Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Synthetic worldview

Whispering walls all around me, I scorn
yet desire an old self I can only mourn;
a body haunted by a memory.
Is all of this a conspiracy or insanity?

Tombstones rise from floorboards unhinged from walls of dough and paint;
bouncy nonsense concise consent to insert content;
a constant noisy playground in my head
in the middles of cloudless nights, when desires are unleashed.

Another murky reality tears me apart,
as I now dwell in doubt and drown in plain sight;
a duel with the fearful nature of breathing this air,
in this vast kingdom, overflowing disgusted faces seem too much to bear...

I cry alone in a blurry room, dark and blue with fright;
a vapid scene of a hopeless teen, still clinging to a light.
Twisted shapes and silhouettes reassure me as they've been to all corners of hell;
no reason to shout, no need to fear, the path is clear, our tortured cell can tell.

Moonlight in bloom as I whine,
full of hate, a sealed fate at this rate!
Pushing away these figures all too divine,
watch it slowly moving ever slightly creaking as I wait...

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