Of Illusions

There’s no stopping someone fighting one’s own illusions

Pounding the Earth with tired feet and resisting the images with flailing arms

Speaking to deceptions requires one to create a language deceptive enough

Tremulous earth signals the tremblings which have convulsed the inner world

Despairing because of tumultuous moments fill the eyes with bitter tears

Sweet illusions no more, the strained neck positions the face to realise the true intent

Ashes of burnt desires whisked away by the angry gale from ominous directions

Despite the despise, there’s another attempt to reconcile with illusions

Vanity does not give up easily when illusions become a persistent reality


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