Virtual Breathing Poem by Isaac Maez

When will I know real from my vantage
Open eyes, open heart to feel rage
Rage kept inside while I smile at you
The truth? only if you know the difference
I want to move on, but the anchor in my heart
More better braille eyes wait to feel words
Everyone is shouting at each other, one, two, three
Though the only thing I hear is a whisper
Blood stained thoughts of relations past
Only cloud up a fog filled life
Feed the masses with acting lies
All waiting for just one more bite
One more bite of me.