Somewhere in time
fantasies did grow
Over-taking all reality
until no longer
can one differentiate.
Was it madness?
a disease?
An escape from life?
swallowed in a mimosa of hatred
swaddled in grey.
Beating against enclosing walls
fists bleeding
numb with pain.
There is no escape from this truth
no matter how hard
no matter how fast
one tries to flee.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 24/17