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A Poem by Kyle Francisco

Deep in sin
the world we live in
in a dream
fail to see
limitless forms of pressure
and I don't care
becoming ever clear
like what children fear
touch like a phantasm
plagued by unseen menace
seems everything is out to get you
hold nothing dear
rip it from heart
clash of visions
cling to memory
though day tries not to let me
a reaction to fathom
revel in meaning
all else burns
disturbed
only me
what I see
long to be
rid of confusion
chasing illusion
weary
as I lie down to sleep
I wonder what it is I seek