“i live my unreality”

days after dreams,
i tread in it;
my thick unreality.

i don't want
it.
i didn't ask for
it.
and maybe that's why
i keep going back to
it.

the cruelty of history
is that
there is no going back.
days after dreams,
i try.
i try to find a way
out from my unreality.

it's shit.
it's all shit.
and i tread in it
these days after dreams.

narrative poem written on 09-27-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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