When the mind is kindled
with disillusionment
when the sharp sword of doubt
cuts slivers of your tongue
and make you speak
in languages unutterable
you become afraid
that you're losing
your Being
your consciousness
your hope for sharing
one moment of joy
one glimpse of comfort
one gauze of friendship
all lost in a blindfold
of a schizophrenic dream.
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