The Blur

A recent poem

With rational mind and rational voice,

comes rational thought with rational choice.

Suddenly, swiftly, separation occurs,

not felt as a feeling but more of a blur.

Complete loss for words.

Delusions take hold as reality's lost,

bear down and grip tight no matter the cost.

Diminishing mind brings an influx in faith,

mind and body for grabs but my soul you can't take.



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