The doors to reality are closed,
And the keys to it are still unknown.
An illusional outward appearance of the facade that leads to,
Imbecile approach to unrealistic goals.
Not realising that it's a Chimera,
Trapping the victim in its phantom conspiracies.
Walking an everlong tenebrous spiral staircase in search of floodlit grounds,
Which is deluded by the world.
Losing the actual path.
Stop and look that it's not a staircase but just a maze.-Anisa
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Speaking Hues
PoetryMy poetry collection. Stains and Smudges of life portrayed through poems.