Illusions of love

Dealing with the past life of a player who now wants love

 A slight of hand makes things seem real, before our eyes they just appear.

Although our minds can't understand, we realize that magic and,

the truth we see cannot be real, it's just an illusion to make us feel.

That what we dream of can be done, and thats where the illusion stops for some.

Whats real in mind and heart the same, the illusion is but an unwelcomed game.

The tricks that seek to decieve, it's unfair taunts and make believe,

leaves hearts and souls alone in pain, and heads hung low in desperate shame.

With eyes wide shut we blindly follow, the illusions path and hope that tomorrow,

what we have seen with expecting eyes, will become our truth instead of lies.

So, with all we are we hold on tight, and pray to God tha just one night,

what we have longed for, and prayed in faith, will appear for ua and take the place,

of all the tricks and lies that life, has brung our way and stole our fight.

A master magician theese words can be, an expert illusionist that was me.

A dream weaver, deception my craft, a heart breaker, inside i laughed,

at foolish hearts and broken dreams, who fell for tricks behind the screen,

of fake intentions and fairytales, o' my craft i knew it well

 

But.......

 

That night i lay me down to sleep, and prayed the Lord my soul to keep,

with changing times and stubburn minds the tricks i've played had left me blind.

In darkness though i claimed to see, but the real illusions were played on me.

That slight of hand that made appear, made who i am disappear, into this life where i denied,

pulled into this world ruled by lies.

Stuck i became in a magic trick, where love and you could never be.

Decieved by years of decievein those, who put everything they had in me.

Now, all cheers and applaudes are gone, with a heavy heart, "what have i done?"

Illusions are a two way street, but i fooled myself and made believe,

that the tricks i played and lies i've told, would not one day claim my soul.

When the hearts of those who fell for games, scream out in agony "YUO'RE THE BLAME!".

When the dreams that have died by my words, find themselves left on the curb.

And the fingers of those point in my face,  i bow my head in full disgrace.

It is then, in the mist of all confusion, that i realize..........

 

I've been tricked by my own illusion.

 

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

I really enjoyed the message in this poem. It was very well worded. The way it was written was a little confusing for me, at first, but once I got used to it, I enjoyed it. I feel you in this poem. I've been that person before. The perfect matchstick man, ready to light a temporary fire in front of your eyes before I take and leave you with nothing more than a trail of smoke. Thanks for sharing this.