They don't tell you this, they don't write it out on paper & spell it out in every language,
how it feels to hold in such fierce anguish
for someone other than yourself, a boneless angel,
Brimmed with doubt
A silent bell
Fall and fall dear child
Eyes moving - left, right
Closed against the passive light
They don't tell you how their selfish acts
will be done regardless of logical facts
An anger best served mild
Decades to decay, deep cracks
Sleep well my dear child
The don't tell you but they say,
that tomorrow is a new day
But it's just a continuation of the last
A future haphazardly forecast
And thrown together like a 30% chance of rain
Just a single & two number dialled,
Yet a significant amount of pain
This is the real
The big real they hide from you,
The reality that they subdue
And mask from your awareness
the fact that everybody could care less
And the level that they choose to feel
Holds the highest value for this mess
YOU ARE READING
The Reality Gap
PoetryThe space between truth and lies, reality and imaginary, what you know and what you don't
