Illusions

lingering shadows of what was portrayed as love

continue to beat around me, unmercilessly

leading me to realize

it was never what I foolishly received

so desperately

stumbling around like some drunken tool

caught on a doorstep

with fingers stuck inside some broken half truths

I tried ,

to make sense of nonsense

of those years that faded and eventually died

barely managing to stay alive,

all while hanging on to hope against hope

and by default, the big lie.

that what we had was real.

and now, in the quiet of this desolate cry

screams the truths I dared not

cared not, 

to see

and refused to release for the longest spell

telling myself it couldn't be

as dark as this austere reality,

those words that sliced 

across what I thought was continuous indefinitely

never real,

never mind ...

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[genocide]

don't be fooled by what's fake only focus on what's real that's what this poem is trying to convey

[Alisa Js]

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