Piquant Dilemma
we feel limited
yet rebel not
having adapted
to captivity
and so in our prison
we conjure scripts
hypnotising ourselves
into believing they’re real
and then live out our life
in a bubble of delusion
imaginary Gods
make belief devils
all created by us
become the Frankensteins
that now control us
and so in midst of abundance
we yet choose to trauma bond
with ghosts we’re accustomed to
should we laugh
or cry
at our piquant dilemma
04-April-2023
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