A Tenuous Grip
Maintaining only a tenuous grip
I try my best not to slip
the mind/the world, I don’t know what is real
what is permanent, and what with time, can heal.
Lost in my own thoughts and dreams,
where all is as I want it to seem.
Till now and again reality intrudes
like a blot on the landscape I drew.
Takes me aback, spins me around
dizzies my perception, sinks me to the ground.
Tentatively I regain my feet,
weary of the pain I may greet.
Taking small steps, I hope not to stumble
I hope that my world will not crumble
but there can be no guarantee
no assurance can come my way
for in my loveless reality
this is just one more dark and lonely day.