A Troubled Soul


That thin line,
between the real and the unreal,
the consciousness and the dream,
is vanishing.
Leaving in its wake – a state of panic
and automated destruction.

My troubled soul,
runs in every direction,
asking the same questions.

“Who am I?
Is my reality an illusion?
Or is the illusion my reality?
Am I awake or asleep?
Alive or dead?
What is real –
the dreams, the hopes, the love,
the pain, grief and madness?”

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