Hopeless

Take, take, take-
break the images down now.
Shake, shake, shake-
the demons are out now.
Fake, fake, fake-
the feelings surround-round.
I can’t make
the walls fall down and
I can’t break
the pattern surrounds
but I am fake
reality a poem and
my mind wakes
surreality a home base,
world encased
glass is only moments
my eyes wait
still on only soulless
when it breaks
fractured but still whole-bliss.

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