blind reality

They told me I couldn't side-step reality, 

But when I awoke I saw things that I couldn't imangine to be real.

Children calling out in vain for their dead mothers.

Poverty.

War over a fuel source. 

Angry men and women in business casual.

They didn't have time for my words. 

They didn't care that someone wanted to take away my love.

Teenagers consumed by technology, barely flirting with existence. 

This can't be the reality they spoke of.

Why would they want me to see this? 

Flashes of murder and blood and rape radiate across the television.

This is not reality, a horrible dream.

But I don't wake up anymore.

I've been blinded by reality. 

I couldn't pick myself up

I fell to the ground.

No one noticed me lying there.

No one rushed to help me. 

I watched as people rushed around me.

Stepped over my body as glimpse of clouds and sun stuttered through the shadows of corporate suits. 

Motionless I remained as the streets cleared. 

Still lying there not quite alive, not lucky enough for death.

The stars began to flicker, the air chilled. 

Frost caressed my bare body. 

The earth grows over my body, covering it from society's eyesight. 

Adapting to the eye sore, disappearing from the faceless crowd... Sucked into the white.