In Reality Poem by eve Taylor

I am remiss,

that I can't,

fucking dismiss,

though I wish,

life could be,

more smoothly,

but that's the deal,

if we're breathing,

and not yet dead,

what else really,

could be said,

of reality,

of course,

I'd love to,

close my eyes,

without a thought,

but nightmares',

ensue,

like they always do,

when reality,

simply won't do.
a rushing wave,
eroding faces of rocks,
once thought gods,
now only weak,
they fall and break,
still time goes on,
as winds blow along,
till time dies,
in which winds ride.