Tainted Reality

It’s not real

Feelings now

Tainted by words

No longer

Understood the same

As before

The lines in the script

Have changed

The players

Remain the same

What I feel

Torn through with

Webs of doubt

Desperation

Confusion and pain

Yet I can’t

Let go

What I see

Stands before me

Still

Holding my place

In line

My feet firmly

Planted

Waiting for

The storm to pass

For you to answer

Is this real