Back To Reality Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

psychotic emotions mixed with the taste of blood,
the pressure of a punctured lip,
a thrown back,
a raked heart,
it was so clear, thought you understood,
you stay up all night long,
trying to build the puzzle,
before it collapses from your hatred,
you think life never did,
yet is has always been prophesied,
that you will bring them down with you,
in your fire, your hurting, your sour maze,
the rope i tossed you, as been returned to the owner,
as you would not let it go,
you just let yourself go,
with eyes wide open, you jump,
to forget, to comfort, to vanish,
into the shadows that are your desire,
you tried to take everything that i have to give,
good luck surviving with just that,
my time, my patients, myself.