| Open Poetry #41 |
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Illusion Of The Mind |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Looking to the stars for guidance, The aura of my existence in absence. I want to breathe, to feel. To make my world be surreal, Existence surrounds me with imprision. It’s my life, my decision. Fire tingles within my forehead, I envision me, laying on my deathbed. I want the recollection to disappear, Yet the epiphany seemed so clear. My pulse drifts back into a constant beat, The delusion is complete. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I can relate to this to a certain extent. I think this is a very very beautiful write. Love, Margherita ![]() |
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