Skyscrapers

this pill is the proof of my pain

red liquid, so i can sleep

There is a reality so strong and brute,

it knocks, it knocks, it knocks

me down, onto a completely empty floor.

It's a wrecking ball flattening the entirety

of the delusions and dreams I have stacked-up upon:

mortar and cement and bricks and blocks and

dreams and scenes and pictures and sounds-

leaps and bounds past my life or my State.

Built up, stretched up, so much higher in the sky, than could be deemed safe.

By anyone, anywhere. Ever.

Author's Note

Any and all feedback is desired.
Thanks so much for reading.