DEREALITY

Chipped nails on my hands and feet, 

any habits left to break, 

euphorically unaware. 

I know not the difference between the truth and a lie. 

Counting each line, each atom

palms facing up, my own antagonist. 

Does it ever change, or a lie? 

Do we remain like this? 

Only, you and I are alone. 

Unable to move on, unable to breathe. 

ponder, not too much, 

afraid of the prying crows. 

Do they watch as I weaken, tremble, 

my thoughts being no longer my own.

I only wish to be the trunk of a poor maple tree,

alone in my own bearings. 

Questioning everything, everyone,

one soul not the same but chained differently. 

Can you hear it? 

Do you perceive it? 

-M.R.