A child's smile
Is but a fragment
Of joy
Shadowing
The tears
Of a dreadful sorrow -
The fear
Of the unknown -
So is the feeling of happiness
Which is but a process
Created by phantasmagoria
To sustain
An unfaithful bliss.
It has been more than a century
Since reality was shattered
By such concepts
That the sane
Until this day
Failed to find a reasonable remedy
To cure
To understand
As well to reproduce
That eldritch seed
Which was conceived
To bloom a different kind of gloom -
Which shape could open a subconscious room
Releasing the pattern of
Repressed afflictions
From its festering tomb.
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Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoetryA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.
