Lost in Reality

One day,
In time,
With dime,
Fresh clay
Made stones
Dried bones
As pay.

I lost my voice
Then my true grace.
I left no trace,
I had no choice
What’s truly true?
I can’t run through
Nor make a noise.

Lost in reality
Is how i now exist.
Pain must seize to persist
that I leave vanity.
I made this decision
With the best intention .
Let me find sanity.

If you think I deserve better
Call forth morn before it’s morning
Hold your breath while you are running,
Give me a chance to write Peter.
Open my eyes as those flowers
Placed above our dead bed drawers.
Have these words on a gold platter.

Miidong.