Illusion

Surrendering

My skin tingles against a solid form of comfort

my mind lingers

my head feels heavy

and the inner me exits through my pores

I hear nothing

because I refuse to listen

and my eyes are blind with pity

but I see through the facade of beautiful existence

to the infinite pain of love

and I realize

that life is just a precursor to the misery I've yet to endure

and I see hope

as no hope at all

but I welcome the illusion.