I once sat under the tree
I once sat under the tree of misconception
with a mind swirling with delusion
and eyes blinded to the darkness
where fantasy hides
truths reality
inside the shadows the secret lurks
a place where dreams
suddenly turn into nightmares
and the truth
is quickly revealed
the storm clouds cover
the brightness of the day
and rain falls upon the raging fire
leaving only
a mass of
sodden
ashes
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024
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