IllusionsA Poem by A wright
Some things I see or hear seem so real until I realize they aren't there,
Am I going crazy? No I don't think so, I'm just realizing that I'm starting to let my illusions interfere with my reality, They're just figments of my imagination, Things I see or hear when I let myself go to that "happy place" that I so very often find myself in, When it's quiet I lay there, close my eyes and just drift away, My imagination stricken by no limits at that point In this place, so unknown to others, Everything is great,life is perfect,and I couldn't be happier, Until I open my eyes and come back to the realization that it was all just an illusion. © 2014 A wright |
StatsAuthorA wrightGAAbouti kind of enjoy expressing myself through writing, its kind of a happy place for me Serves as an out. My writing will not be perfect, i usually write when i most in my feelings so i really like leavin.. more..Writing
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