This is an escape towards the perception of reality that was thrown to me as a little child,
Reality being based on a sugar coated land of happiness and smiles,
Plastic cherry blossoms and paper snow line my path leading me to destiny,
It is now to late to turn around from this road of lies,
Everything around me is fake- even me,
Something has impersonated me,
I am not who I was,
One abysmal decision leads to another,
A tipple or two,
Self inflicted lacerations battering against my already torn soul,
Left to cross the great divide,
Into the welkin of whatever choosing there is,
Because this body might be still here,
But I have already departed.
What do you think?
Comments
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wow this is an amazing poem, kinda reminds me of a book i once read (:
"Plastic cherry blossoms and paper snow line my path leading me to destiny" is a fantastic line
good work!
xx
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