A pretty thing.
A massive lie.
At times it's obvious- what this is.
Why things happen, why things happened
At times it makes perfect sense.
A memory of happy times - the perfect times
Everything was fine - made all sense -
Was a silver shadow after all those years.
A stroke -
A sudden, massive stroke,
In seconds.
In a second.
Today I feel as if I'm an 'adult'
Everything seems real.
An Englightenemt - of all human kind
Their walls,
Their lies,
Their cheats,
The whole fake stage of life.
Puppets -
We all are puppets -
Living puppets -
Today
I'm stuck between delusion and reality
Thinking of where to go,
What to choose,
Whether to continue,
Whether to stop.
TRUST -
What does this five letter word exactly mean?
Trust is still a lie - a delusion
Just a word.
At times a bond between two
At times - a joke - a funny little lie
Depends on the occasion -
Makes those little puppets to dance
Yet,
Within them
Is life.
LIFE - I call it inhaling and exhaling -
I call it pretending
I call it being someone's puppet,
A puppet of an individual-
Or a puppet of this world.
Which doesn't really matter
Today I'm Englightened with this fact,
That I'm a human
And nothing human is alien to me.
Nothing in this massive stage of life - the lies
Is not alien to me.
I see a long life ahead
Yet no hopes
No 'life'
Just wishes for being a puppet - a human in someone's life.
Someone who is human.
Someone who is not an alien.
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Scribbled Thoughts
PoesiaI never call this poetry or work.. these are my thoughts, my feelings exactly as they are. Just scribbled, when I no longer can hold 'em..
