I like this poem alot..I wrote it explaining or basically trying to explain the battle each one of us has with ouselves..and the fact that some people have actually lost their own identity in this struggle.
Distorted Realities
The illusion will not go away
Like a never ending dream it haunts
Distorts reality
Lost In what is real and what is not.
The mind in Constant battle
Notions fighting truth,
Ideals fighting reality;
All in search for but one great answer.
Too wide to contemplate
Too deep to comprehend
Too profound to consider
The battle continues
The loud hammering noises causes brilliant
Suffering of the soul.
All the commotions of the universe
Brings about confusion.
The human spirit not brave enough to elute
The mask that so tightly creeps self.
Causing it to bleed, scared to nourish the still
Voice telling it to escape.
Death prevails
Who am I?
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