Slight separation from reality
Unnoticed, yet it effectively...

edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...

The petals fall,
strumming the thin skin of the drum...

As soft as smoke, the fire came
trailing through the daffodils...

I'm full of the fear of regret
So I give up on things I could get...

If you take out all the anger
And you lay it on your skin...

He left us a recording
with a voice that made us cry...

The numbness spreads
from heart to head...

I wish to cast off my mortality
And lay it down to rest...

I desire vengeance
an atonement for the sin...

There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...

I am a boat
Taking on water...