In a cage. Bliss streaming through my mind.
I've tried to get out but what's the point?
The intense pleasure, the agonizing pain.
When will it end? Do I really want it to?
In my world where down is up and up is down.
But perhaps I'm really beginning to see.
The clarity's beautiful yet so fleeting.
It gives me hope. It gives me energy.
It gives me the chance that I'm so desperate for.
The chance that, until now, I didn't want.
And if I fail, will I be able to rise again?
If I lose to myself, who will pick up the pieces?
So many failures. So much wasted potential.
So much pleasure. So much pain.
But here I am still. Maybe I do indeed still exist.
The world is harsh but it seems to make sense.
A fresh intake of reality. A death grip on hope.
I will persevere. I will continue to stand.
Whether I am standing in hurt or in temptation.
I must never let go of the truth. I must defy illusion.
Because who are we to turn our backs on truth?
We run from our problems. We lie to ourselves.
We cheat to escape consequences, possible or otherwise.
We think we can defeat something that, by its nature, is permanent.
But sooner or later, truth will always take its share.
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A poem I threw together. Mostly free verse if not prose poetry I think. I'll let you be the judge.
