reality bad … dreamland worse.

Do what I can to keep them away
those things that are seen
when sleeping mind’s at play
waking means shaking
that place where I’ve been
mentally hiding those things
only closed eyes have seen.
It’s not her … then it is
shock so bad I fall awake
the real world sinks in …
the tears leak out.
stability starts to spin
mouth open to shout
sobs blocking the way
soaking up tears with verse
starting with ‘WHY?’ another day.
memories coming to life is a curse
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