Suffer Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Turning the pages of life,
and loosing grip on reality,
on a plane that disappeared,
while rain drops from emotions,
onto the land of drought,
the sorry valley that must be walked,
for eternity,
malfunctioning psychotics thoughts,
trying to be a savior to the broken,
while proving with all the theories,
the attempt to rise, and the defeat from within,
is the taste of sweet irony on my lips,
just when the case was dropped,
hope was lost, and reality was abandoned,
and life was left,
forced into silence that burns,
from the lies i have suffered.