Fractured Reality

A Poem by The High Poet

Something chaotic from a chaotic brain

Fractured Reality

A crack is forming in my reality,
I fear I’m losing my final sanity.
I look around and the world’s skewed tight:
The days are charcoal, and the sun is night.

Oh, please let this be a fever dream,
Something quiet, something serene.
But darkness anchors every thought,
In the fevered skin of a man who's caught.

I tell myself this must be hell,
A mind locked inside a broken shell.
Or maybe this is just who I am�"
Drowning in a life I can’t understand.

© 2025 The High Poet

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Added on December 20, 2025
Last Updated on December 20, 2025

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The High Poet

Guelph, Guelph, Canada

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Once I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..