Illusions

It's funny how little

the world

seems from a 20th floor apartment

window.

There's black and more of it,

lighter and darker,

and then there's a

subtle flicker

of yellows and reds;

all in the sound of silence.

It's 4 'o clock in the morning,

and you sit gazing at the

countless illusions

that a lone and monotonous life offers.

Wishful thoughts flow in a myriad streams

all ending in a metropolitan dream.

"You'll one day own the life 

that the man in the suit coming out of his Royce has."

Illusions are lollipops laced in cyanide.

Author's Note

The "lollipops laced in cyanide" is taken from a reference.
A poem by Elizabeth - Of lollipops and cyanide.
"http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/betty965/708648/"
Make sure you read it. Its worth every ounce of time you spend reading it and more.

Reviews

[Deep]

Actually, while reading, it feels like I am 20th floor and watching this world and people going through diverse life with sundry emotions. You have written the poem beautifully, I can read it again and again without loosing the same feeling as I go through reading it now. Concluding part is too good, I too think the same sometimes but then I realize it is just an "Illusion". Amazingly,written!
"You'll one day own the life
that the man in the suit coming out of his Royce has."

[kentuck14]

Again, an engaging poem. Good imagery . . . a kind of dreamscape poem.

Tom

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This composition portrays the human emotions beautifully. Illusions are the things that keep us going. Making us step forward and believing in ourselves. Nice reading it. :)