Reality hits

Reality hits

like a brick wall

Something so miserable

so human

If I stood at the cliff's edge,

reality would be the weight beneath my feet.

Reality beats

Reality kicks

and it hits

Happiness is not part of reality

A chance to breathe is not part of reality

Breaking reality only makes the fall harder

Then the ground hits. 

And building your way up to the life we have built is the only escape

because when half the world isnt living in reality

It is hard to be the one who is.

When the world fades

the weight returns

a quiet reminder the ground still waits

Playing outside all day. That is not reality.

It hits.

That noone is coming to pick you up to go home.

To a warm house with a warm dinner waiting.

That is reality.

Watching movies and playing games all day.

That is not reality.

Reality is binge-watching

playing to distract.

from something so harsh.

that most of the world cant even live in

Empty speeches.Empty promises.

When your heart hurts.

Empty. Empty. 

Shiny illusions promising relief and happiness

until the wrapper comes off.

and its empty.

the mask slips.

The reality that nobody knows what the ground feels like.

We sit on the cliff so high up.

Watching the rest of the world sink further into the ground.

And run from the shadow of reality to the screen. the paper. the mind. 

Writing poems to write down your feelings. to keep a record. for boredom.

That is not the reality.

Writing poems to stop sinking further

To weaken the blow.

That is the reality.

Watching, re-reading.

Obsessively.

Thinking, re-thinking.

and the edge calls.

the cliff beckons.

And reality hits.