screamed to a dark
it still exists
we created a monstrous illusion
a deadly serpent
deceit
but now I lift up the standard
deceit
having only the power which I foolishly gave
no outside source
I can no longer recall your face.
The sound of your voice has long since left me.
I wonder if I only imagined
that we had once held hands
and hearts
and hopes
and heated passion
So many hours consuming life's erring wine,
both bitter and sweet,
we drank to our fill
and fell blissfully asleep
with no thought of the morrow
or the ugly reality of consequence.
And then the pain
The tearing away
the breaking up
the reeling
the NO!
and empty sky
unseeing
uncaring
unloving
there cannot cease to exist
what we two made in silent collaboration with deceit
whose power remained beyond desire's demise
and behold
it is illusion
no lasting deed
impotent image of need
I wait for love
and kiss the blessed sky
without you
playing...
Illusion
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