The World Tilted

some really nice lines, somewhat abstract

You have some lines which I really like, such as
"But fog, a red, slow bleeding, fog
Seeping into everything held dear",
but in other places I get somewhat confused.
I guess in part because your antagonist is internal?
Its not the literal physical world which tilts (I could say something about that), but your perceptions of your life.
I like the beginning lines, too (I'm not looking for a poem on geodynamics). It seems like you may be making reference to some specific event(s) or set of feelings, but that gets lost.
Keep writing