Blocked by pain,
at every turn.
Collecting lies,
as lessons learned.
Feelings false,

Children cry,
I hold them close.
To me,
They’re what I cherish most.
What gift it is,

Trapped in reality,
my senses are dulling.
Drowning in questions,
I didn’t see coming.
Clawing to get up,

We spend our precious little time,
deciding.
With perceptions not our own,
colliding.
All of the truth of what we see,