An exhausted realization, a silent collision
of thought to which I have no articulated response,
or even partial understanding to ease the fantasy
dillusions that so pain my slowly emptying mind,
identity seeps away lost in the dark world of truth
and hatred - a blind hatred having no reason specific
in its' conception - leaving me alone to die and be
reborn in another place, another time, another chance
to get things right, to wonder where it all began, to
forget and remember what is lost and what is found,
wherever, whenever, whoever, never again until I see
the truth stripped naked steered free in adolescent
misfortune.