What joy remains
After chemical balance?
Induced as intervention
To halt the flights
To pull me up from the bottom
Chopped me down both ends
and yet
And still.
The super-imposition of the sur-reality
That became just appenernt
Despite my own arguments
Must be madness
For what else could it be?
If I go ahead
Now
Knowing the knowing as I do
Would that be cheating.
Would that be naughty?
Just in case..
Am screaming at all of those who remain within me
Run
Backwards.
Away and away and away.
Not me
then, not me now.
Sigh...
I started an experiment.
And lost.
Fate has won.
Truth ways, as heavy as the wait to die.
The golden path.
No matter what.
Precludes enevertabilities
so... In my deeds.
If truth is real.
If I am real
Am sorry.
Tried so very, very hard
did my very, very best
To disproves and get it to stop.
I was and still am
Gutted.
My soul got mended
My whole world got better
Should not
have denied it so long.
oooops...
Better late than never.
©wrennie
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