I lost the person I knew into
The clutches of cruel
disorienting fame
This glamour is decieving
Like stars at night sky
Twinkling dots
In reality are
Nothing but cold balls of Fire
Angry without reason
Only contribution
in the world of living
Is the guiding ability of the
Unchanging light they hold
As they burn
And disappear
In front of our eyes
Exists
Only a spectre
Created in perfection
The faded illusions of reality
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
