| Open Poetry #25 |
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Illusions4the Future |
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LesterVisaya Junior Member
since 2002-11-16
Posts 21 |
Illusions I’m alone and lost lost in a world that’s lost itself I see the pathway I must follow I’m scared to follow so I freeze myself in a day’s second A day becomes a week A week turns to years Years become an eternity of fading mornings I don’t ask myself what I desire In return I never get what I want I leave it all to my closet of clutter My blindness cant take anymore illusions of the past I’ve sunk to my tears of honesty Nothing else will but the truth A rebirth born inside the womb of darkness I’ve cleansed stains made from beautiful mistakes The darkest night wakes up to the brightest morning with a sunset shinning with new illusions that must be seen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
so sad, but a bright spot of hope here too...wonderful writing! Looking forward to more! |
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LesterVisaya Junior Member
since 2002-11-16
Posts 21 |
thank you florida! a bitter sweet insight of hope in challenging times where we have no one else but ourselves to blame.. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Hello, poet friend. Sad and yet hopeful. I wish for you a bright morning vision, without false illusions. We must work together to change the future. Peaceful dreams and reality to you today and always. |
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