Optic Illusion

“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”

Optic Illusion

 

The creations of what we feed to our minds

We come to the realization,

That what is out there can be seen

If we keep our eyes on what it reaches,

For days we have been living in this atmosphere,

Where certain pictures gets created and inside

Our minds we develop what we want it to be,

Deep in your subconscious you’ve created him.

Even though I know he isn’t here anymore.

A life taken unexpectedly,

Not ready to walk back into the light,

He hears your cries and your pleading.

Just when he was about to walk through he heard

A girl’s voice calling him,

“I need you, you promised you wont leave.”

Stopping him in his tracks.

“I should go back,”

He says, contemplating which way.

He holds his hand up to the guard

Standing a few feet away from this crystal gate.

“Can I go back just until she’s okay.”

The guard stood up and he walks

To the young man.

“You have a choice, either you leave now

And go with me, or you stay and wait for eternal life later.”

The boy stood he have to make a choice,

Its either he goes now, but he heard her cry once again.

“Sir I love her she is all I had. We grew up never

leaving each other side.”

The guard looked passed the young man’s

Shoulder and saw a girl on

A lonely bed in a room where she is

Strapped to a bed. The guard felt his

Eyes wet as a lonely tear fell down his face.

“Son you should go back, be with her till

she is okay to let you go.”

The young man grabs the guard and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

He turned around and walked away from the light.

Away from the crystal gate that was waiting

On his return.

This is a story of what love can do,

Even if you don’t believe in the illusions

Our minds create for us, but living

Through visions which I was gifted with

As young child, I always knew

That this girl is going to find her faith

And let him go home.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Decisions are difficult to make. I think anyone can agree on that but then again some decisions are easy and made in a snap. In my opinion those decisions are the ones that come back to bite us in my butt. Your poem is composed with vivid details that paint a picture that I have gazed upon once or twice before.