Realisation

Realisation, of that reality.

The difficulty and strife,

The oncoming differences,

The hopes dashed before mature,

The toil and strain for nought.

The desperation seen in a little glass.

The demon seen within the mirror.

The uncertainty, stress and strife.

A reminder of that blank page,

That unwritten meaning.

The confused existence

And spinning endless.

This realisation, hit like a rock,

Lingering, throbbing, an ever-subtle reminder.

Ever going pain.

The realisation of reality.

It’s painful mark left upon my skin.

The realisation, of

The toil and strife all for a page gone blank.

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