I am the creator of illusion
Images shaped and formed
My role is exhausting
And I am in constant battle with reality
I am the unspoken truth
Wanting in anticipation
Utterance of a natural disaster
And I yearn to speak for someone to hear
I am the eye that watches everything
And I learn from your behaviour
You are the reality
And I am in constant battle with me
A contest entry
- Four topics, no rubbish 5-minute entries - by Speaking in Tongues.
450 points, ended April 19, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I enjoyed this very much, very thoughtful and reflective. Thanks for the entry.
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what is the unspoken truth? i was lost when i read this? is this poem about an eating disoder or a secret?
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