Loosening floodgates
the final tipping point
against my feigned slumber
the stamp of dead
raging waves of reality
come to rip down my door
can't make-pretend anymore
how far
can I go on like this?

Spinning out of rotation
my fears are awake, my pain is real
walls surround me
what can I feel?
I crushed my dreams up in a ball
wrapped by another soiled magazine
to throw it away
in a trash pile
what, can I feel?

I refuse to be...