My story, My life.

Pain laced hands
Wiping, drying,
The moist face
Of old miseries.

Hand me a tissue,
Wipe up these tears,
Give me a sponge,
Soak up my blood.

This life can’t be real,
That blood isn’t mine,
Cold winds upon wet cheeks,
So real, so real.
But it’s just a story,
my story

I am this tale,
I am that story,
I am but a figment
A figment of my own imagination.

Tell me a story
To end all stories,
Tell me a story,
To make mine reality.

Tell me.
I want to be real, too

My story, My life.

Gem Eve

Brisbane, Australia

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