I Know Where I Started
Unsure of how I reached
this destination
from the initial step.
Deafening radio silence
persisting despite wishes.
Seeing red through rose-colored glasses.
Grasping tightly a hand
that may be my own.
Wide awake,
but nightmare or dream
is indistinguishable.
Distracted by a million things
I can't remember to forget.
Maybe I'm my own best enemy.
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