Pathological Illusions

how much more can I really expect to endure

this scraping of the soul

this tearing of my heart

to less than anything actually discernible

no sound.

only echolalia

which may be the only repetition that could actually save me

upside down.

how long does one continue to believe in delusion

hoping that one day

all will be well

it never is,

never will be.

I need to leave 

before this becomes the end of me...

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ohhhh... -- i have lived on this painful brink of indecision for years... "echolalia" is such an amazing word and the way you've used it is incredibly expressive... -- almost exactly a little over a year ago, my heart got completely shredded... and that's actually when my process of healing and reconstruction began... i had no choice but to let go of my favourite delusion... that's why i relate to your poem so much, dear alisa... -- you have captured emotions that are very challenging to capture in words... -- and i know a lot of people who've been through this test...

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, serah....

The journey is often filled with unexpected twists and turns that in hindsight, actually become blessings ...at least this is what I tell myself.

Wishing you well. I will be by soon.

Alisa

[. serah .]

-- oh, they do, they do... the worst twist in my life turned out to be the best blessing... and this happened in the wee hours of 23rd may last year... -- and you're very welcome... and take your time... i'm right here... :)