Illusion

I wrote this for a college poetry class.

 

Illusion smiles down on me

with His sneaky wandering eyes

causing visions I fear to see.

 

A hooded man feeling the rough golden-leafed tree

it shifts into flames, soon it dies,

Illusion smiles down on me.

 

My hand, burning that cannot seem to be

He comes again, ignoring my cries,

causing visions I fear to see.

 

Own blood spilled and the man’s soul escaping free,

fighting, I break away from His lies

Illusion smiles down on me.

 

I fight him with all my humble pleas

mocking my weak tries,

causes visions I fear to see.

 

A dark room, I run and try to flee

inescapable moments that aren’t real lives,

Illusion smiles down on me

causing visions I fear to see.

Reviews

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This comes across very dark to me. Someone is being attacked, relentlessly by a hooded man -- but it's as if the person is having a bad dream; a nightmare and cant wake up. Very vivid imagery. Well written too! You really have to sink into it a bit. Thanks for a great read! =)

Josh