Pages of thoughts cover despair to elation,
flowing seamlessly without meaning,
leaving questions unanswered.

Ties released endless pain,
feelings based on deception,
time tormented through acts,
what was to believe,
but faith lost, trust gone.

Gasping for reality among the toxic fumes,
must try another path
but the bike goes nowhere,
sweeping aside drips of saline,
from conjured invisible terror or fake deities,
dreams float in this error.

Blunt movement ceases everything,
disappearing rampant fear of impending doom,
words of hope appear,
from changed perceptions.

Begin filling empty pages with ease,
building pleasant scenarios,
over time revealing truth,
and why’s are no longer worrisome,
relaxed, relieved to be at home.

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