Broken

open and vulnerable

pieces falling

invisible

only to show

like dew drops

just appear

shattering atop

concrete

loud as thunder

though

only I can hear

peace passing me

like clouds sometime do

dragging confusion

along

I'm shopping for solitude

In a middle-eastern country

within my mind

choices raining on me

pressuring me to face

reality

and open up my eyes

purple clouds illude my vision

rainbow skies brighten it

although I'm seeing things as they are

I am still missing the haunt of reality

The truth under the atmosphere

Seeing all I want to see

yet, not seeing all there is at all