And confusion rages
like a winter storm
pushing through my
veins and there’s nothing
I can think
Although there is plenty
I could do
But the storm is
blinding and vicious
And I’m thinking of
my life
Like between a rock
and a hard place
And no, I’m not trapped
I’m not unhappy…
with right now
As the ever-bleeding
heart I’m eased
into the terror of
the unknown
It’s not a bad dream
If it was I wouldn’t know if
I really want to wake up –
Does this just mean for me
that it’s time to face reality?
© Kait King, 2016
The writer's blogk 
We all are walking towards the place that we don’t know anything about. That’s how the life goes. Everything about the next day is unknown.
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And more and more so as we walk towards who knows what……
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True
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amazing
new follower here
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Hi, welcome Tuba and thank you!🙂🌻
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Wow this is so touching and real 👍
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Thank you!🌻
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I feel every word.
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I’m sorry…that’s tough. Big hugs to you 😔🤗🧡
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Amazing writing to produce the feels.
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😊🙏thank you so much🌻
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I feel this Kait, I like when you say “and no I’m not trapped, I’m not unhappy” haha but there is something you feel you have to do! Great piece!
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Haha!😂 Yes, something calls…so you know exactly what I mean! 😁😜 Thanks so much 🙏😊💙
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😁 Yes I Do! Always Kait!
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😁🙏🌻
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Great poem! Really made me think a lot about life.
I’m usually the one who feels more trapped.
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Thank you and I’m so pleased to hear it was thought provoking!🙂🙏
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Thank you!
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As they say, a split second can make a huge difference…. And sometimes a split second is all we have…
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The message in this is true.
What if you don’t want to wake up from this reality we call a dream. Or is reality itself dreaming for it to wake up from us humans as being its bad nightmare of reflections?
I love this poem so much. 🙂
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Aww thank you Charlie! And exActLy…. What if you don’t want to! And what if reality just won’t….? 😊
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Reality makes the choices for us…although in this case reality implants the idea that we don’t have a choice. Manipulation is key. If we wanted to but we’ve chosen to stay blinded by times reality.
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Time’s reality is definitely the key player. As they say, a split second can make a huge difference…. sometimes all you have is a split second. And yet the impact in time of that second is immeasurable… It can be good or go real bad. Time is our dictator maybe?
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Personally speaking, your poems really make me read twice and sometimes thrice. And I do. Because if I don’t get the meaning of anything that I do, I can’t sleep properly, even if it is a poem. Keep making me read your poems multiple times. Ha. Love them. Cheers and live well.
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Oh thank you so very much 😀 blessings to you and yours! Please keep reading – that is just wonderful, thanks again! 😊
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You’re welcome. Peace.
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😊
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This is my favourite one by far it is brilliant
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Oh thank you so much! 😀
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Me, after the election. My apologies if I am inappropriately discussing politics
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Not at all and I completely sympathise with you!
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sometimes reality comes to us like stream hurts us inside,but what we can do.that’s why they call it reality without bluffing
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🙂
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Great writing and really puts the reading in the eye of the torment! THANKS again for your magical word crafting.
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Love, light and blessings to you – thank you! 🙂 xoxo
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