We exist
to not exist
in one's reality
The pain or one's loss
is the one way we know that
we are alive.
The perception of life
is often deceived
by one's belief
But we confuse our beliefs
with the shadow of our grief .
Pain can cause one's
eternal lens
to focus on one thing
only:
The revenge we feel to hurt
the thing that causes
our pain
We exist to not exist
in the belief of things
that are unseen.
Are we all just not puppets,
being pulled by
Invisible strings?
We run around believing
without seeing,
and seeing without believing.
But who is the one
who is not
being deceived?
Can one not just
believe
in the unseen
and how does one who has seen
still refuse to believe?
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Give Me Love
PoesíaDisclaimer all Poems in this book of poetry are purely and one hundred percent mine. I do not appreciate any copying of any sort