How can one know
The difference
Reality blurred
Lines covered.
I have seemed
To lose myself
In rubbles of
Uncertainty
I can easily
Blame you/them
Identify as
Victim or anti
Hero, human.
Where passion
Eludes me
Sun no longer felt;
Not burning
Words hurting
More than ever
Ripping synapses
Before reaching thought.
I am clouded
Sleep and dream
Squinted.
There is the pain
Left behind
Which beckons to be
Acknowledged
This
And only this
Is true.
Axel Garcia 