Living until the last turn:

Is this a dream? This poem is like a puzzle. A puzzle to understand what it is about. That is exactly what the main character is trying to solve.

Living until the last turn:

I regret travelling to different dimensions because it had recurred many times.
My memories are frequently replaced.
It is rumoured that there is a world with hideous crimes.
This word is very cruel which made me feel disgraced.

Wake up, and be free from this delusion.
Is this a dream or Is this a shady ordeal?
Am I living in reality or am I living in an illusion?
My mind is focused on reality which is highly ideal.

Is this my imagination?
I witnessed a boy smiling.
He implied that this isn’t my imagination which made my blood burn in vexation.
However, I only see him when I close my eyes which was frustratingly beguiling.

I wondered if he was human.
Maybe my mind is confused.
He played his game and thought I would be inhuman.
Every time I lost against him my mind leaps in clouded thoughts and feels bemused.

I surrendered my soul and atoned for my sins.
There is no end.
A new story begins.
This time things are mended.

Author's Note

I want to improve. So, any feedback will help.