Smudged

Smudged.

I cannot swallow,

only a slight aftertaste

watered down steps

run back and forth

across clarity’s edge,

so it can’t be seen.

Smudged.

Fingers merged into one,

interlocked thoughts

unravelled, undone.

Words have no solid sound

melting into endless moan.

Smudged.

Lines tear and crack

covering true features

with a blur,

eyes hidden in softening mist,

the real no longer known.

Smudged.

Sanity’s sanctuary

or life’s wound,

the fear to fail

or the fear to win.

Smudged,

is the world we all hide in.

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