Illusion

Love is an illusion,

falling is a delusion

 

that people might be good,

to be as they should,

 

it’s faulty and stupid

to be nailed by Cupid,

 

to think people care,

that they might share

 

feelings for you,

that it might be true

 

is plasticly fake

as a rubber cake,

 

all frost and no chew,

no substance to bite into,

 

and that hope? in your heart?

it’ll tear you apart

 

until you’re all

            tangles and shreds,

            gangles and threads,

 

stuffing seeping through seams,

and there it all teems…

 

a red pool of use,

proof of the abuse,

 

behind closed doors,

oozing from pores,

 

the look in their eyes,

searching for the prize,

 

the treasure they seek

is the you that’s weak.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There are many caring people around. Maybe you just ain't met the right one yet. Great write. Well done.

Chris

[Lathen Griffiths]

I think people do care, that they might share. That’s why we’re all here,
brilliant stuff EV Black.

Lathen.

[E.V. Black]

Thank you

[Lathen Griffiths]

Your welcome.