Illusion is for Forever

"Then, without lights or music, even the ghosts of ourselves had to break up the party." --Billy Collins Written in 2007. Preview image by Henry Miller.

Ourselves are ghosts (the dead are alone)
It’s me; it’s not you, it’s me,
Everything about me says I’m dead.

There’s no other way to look the other way.

Life’s a constraint; 
A procession of defeated colours,
Poked in the eye and drowned out by negativity.

Black-eyed
(Butterfly new life)
Black �" red escape

To die alone
(Is better than living alone)
But what if your life is dead alone?

Untogether beneath the heavens,
Walking through God's illusion
Wind in the lines blown through the restraints,
Illusion strapped tightly to transition 
Crystallised waves carry you away from your life, 
The lines on your palm wore thin 
Tightened loops bound for posterity,
An epilogue of being torn apart.

Black-eyed
There’s no other way (to look the other way)
Butterfly new life
Left weak and replaced (losing sight of your needs)

The lines on your palm wore thin; 
Tightened loops bound for posterity,
A prologue to being pushed apart.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Thanks Kristy I will and you're very kind. :D

[*~Kristy~*]

"Life’s a constraint;
A procession of defeated colours,
Poked in the eye and drowned out by negativity."

Those lines are so true... I loved the last stanza the most though, it was a perfect ending to the poem...Great job! Continue to write!!!

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Thanks Kit Kat you're very kind I'm glad you found it interesting. :)

[deeps]

This is quite the interesting write here.
I thought this was very well written and stated.
I like your feelings you have expressed.