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.