Feel This Scene

Mind on

Thoughts off

Lights break my cloudy dawn

Is this enough?

Why allow it to hurt me?

Wide awake, I can feel that your eyes see.

I can't touch, or cry

I feel the dagger, bitter-stained with your lie

This is how I feel.

Denial?

A hapless diatribe.

Faith?

No longer a matter of religion.

Fears?

No longer made real.

                   What is?

This is how I feel.