Reality

I can’t believe the hype.
This hysteria places itself everywhere
Inside me, beside me, In front of me, behind…
I’m left defenceless in the face of my execution
Every hit so blunt
Over and over and over again…

My mind is a prisoner.
My heart’s a fortress
Just for the last time…

One. Last. Sweet. Taste.

Why can’t I deny it?

To let it all tumble down
When your hands are bound behind your back
Your mouth can’t echo the words
There’s nothing left to speak…

Truth is liberation. So, I guess I can rest in pieces…

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Author notes

Just something to get me back to poems...

This is quite literally, word for word, what came to my head... The layout is probably unconventional, but to me it seemed to work and I felt it was the best suited way to display the poem on the page.