My Reality – A poem inspired by Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.



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Like working in the desert,

Without a drink to quench your thirst.

Stepping into a world that’s lost its colour,

With a heart that’s fit to burst.

Standing naked for everyone to see,

trying to push that heavy rock,

the one that represents me.

Or at least my mind, the way it thinks,

The problems that I feel.

You may not see the world that way,

But to me, it’s real.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 12/November/2018


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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

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