An interruption of derealization.

You cut a hole through my life

leaving me with only vacant disregard

seeing everything from behind a smoke screen

but my insides stabbing like a bloodied knife

engaging thrusts between the tangled ropes

of my stomachs assaulted remains

the chaos ripping through all memories

of my seething, tortured mind

razor sharp remnants grating my skin

my flesh gorged and tainted

my life blaring down a tunnel vision

like the lights of the living dead

where lies the reality of my actions?

my vision held as if trying to fight off sleep

wondering halls of blatant illusion

if i could only strip away the wall paper

wrapping my world in inner tragedy

i may find where i really belong

instead of living incomplete

in these rotten ruined dreams

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Comments (11)
  • Atanacio on May 14, 2010

    very nicely written

  • pattiann on May 14, 2010

    You said you wanted to know where you are. It took my daughter until she was 36 years old to find herself.
    Great write

  • Ranjan Mathews on May 14, 2010

    Suspension
    Of Illusion
    From delusion?

  • ageeinc on May 14, 2010

    Very nice poem thanks

  • babygirl3605 on May 14, 2010

    I liked it

  • fragile18 on May 14, 2010

    nice!

  • mitchey179 on May 14, 2010

    cool piece nicely written

  • VTech on May 14, 2010

    Good Post

  • stryka66 on May 15, 2010

    So well expressed…

  • Jimmy Shilaho on May 15, 2010

    Gripping

  • Tina Cassello on May 15, 2010

    The imagery is disturbing and goes well with the disturbed mind. And in response to Pattiann’s comment, I was still struggling to know myself even after the age of 36. I had no mental illness, but was very insecure.

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