Poetry

Delusional Illusions

For months I evaded your illusion by creating my own
I waded in the fields of all my happiness
I fed myself beautiful poems filled with loving words
I scattered rose petals at my own feet
Worshipped the goddess that was in me
Sowing seeds deep beneath my own weeds
Gardening my bed full of roses
Lying bare and open allowing the vulnerable parts of me to flow in the way they did before this
I could see that I was broken
Tears falling caught in the depths of my emoceans
Drowning in the waves of my distorted torment
An end to an illusion, a wall that kept my garden from growing
You kept my freedom imprisoned
A prisoner in your dungeon
Bars of lies and a system of manipulation
My illusion was just a delusion painted over your pain
My lover’s creation

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