What You See

What You See

A Poem by Free Thinker

As Distorted As It Seems
You May Never Know
If It's Real Or A Dream
As Confusion Conquers All
You're Left With Nothing To Hold On To
Before You Fall
As Reality Slips Away
You Can't Find The Missing Minutes
Turned To Days
As Soft Sounds Of Truth Begin To Fade
You Begin To Regret Sacrifice And
Prices Paid
As Failure Becomes Fact
You're Left With Nothing And
No Reason To Turn Back

© 2021 Free Thinker


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Ahhh, Dear Brandie 🥀

Though, one might read a thousand poems on lessons of learned perception, revealed in regretful memories, rarely will they come across poetry that wraps them in the palpable embrace of life they, too, relate with so vividly and true … I know so much I've been through leaves me with little reason to dwell on or repeat it.
Succinctly rendered, I feel wiser and more grateful by virtue of your words, than before reading them.

A memorable blessing this one is, Lady-Poet … thank you ever-so warmly! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Free Thinker

3 Years Ago

Thx Love 🖤🖤🖤



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Ahhh, Dear Brandie 🥀

Though, one might read a thousand poems on lessons of learned perception, revealed in regretful memories, rarely will they come across poetry that wraps them in the palpable embrace of life they, too, relate with so vividly and true … I know so much I've been through leaves me with little reason to dwell on or repeat it.
Succinctly rendered, I feel wiser and more grateful by virtue of your words, than before reading them.

A memorable blessing this one is, Lady-Poet … thank you ever-so warmly! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Free Thinker

3 Years Ago

Thx Love 🖤🖤🖤

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