Reality Poem by KERON RAMJIT

Reality
facing it sometimes hurt.
Physically injured? No!
emotionally wrecked is more like it.
I've been raped,
my hurt and ways of trying to cope
is on display
in the gallery of the artist.
How could she do this and
not even tell the truth?
how am I to feel or
exist in her atmosphere?
Which hardly seem like mine anymore.
I'm lost
not without her
but within the meadows of my mind,
I'm losing the battle
within the walls of my cranium and
in the battlefield of death and inner peace.
My rights have been violated,
the bomb of internal stability has been triggered
and now I'm on a high
having smoked of insanity.