Everything around is a fantasy.
An illusion of what's real.
Our lives are nothing but dreams, a sinister web of lies blocking our view of what is.
Yes, indeed we live in a lie. A bogous reality where one thinks love is true.
A sibling ,a sibling. The feel of a lover warm.
In reality, our lives are anything but real. The real awakening from our blissful slumber is an opening into real darkness.
To a world, where the cries of a mother are constant. The blood of the innocent and stream of injustice a steady flow.
Then we begin to see that we are but small specks in a dark, dark world.
The tiny silver of good in an evil world,
The small strings of right in a very wrong world.
At that moment, when we're awake, we know all is not real but the most disconcerting is that we can never go back to that dream.
Now we are awake to a world of nightmares. To a night filled with wails and groans of pain.
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Heartthrobs(Poems)
PoetryPoems written to show feelings, emotions, thoughts and the hidden desires. Stories told by the heart, but spoken by written words. P. S I had no idea what to write for the description but you can skip and just go for it. Won't disappoint ....Promi...
