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The Pain of Illusion

My heart doth scream with all its passion, And tears come forth in full ration. As tears stream down my cheeks in streaks. My pain and anguish reach their peaks. How is torturous pain sustained? Could even its depth be explained? I wish my pain would take a flight. Let life give me another plight. Pains illusion seems apparent, Drawn in by my choices errant. Soulful thoughts, like waves, then broke through, Now my vision has become new. Unhidden the lie was finished. Without power pain diminished, I’d known truth from the beginning, Telling lies was never winning.

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Lisa Ricci

Date: 10/30/2023 3:27:00 PM

Hi Bill. My Goodness. I hope this is your creative voice speaking and not true to life. Allow me to say pain is an illusion and without a doubt it can not be explained. So true. I am in awe of your mind and intake on this subject. You wrote with dignity and grace yet power and strength also to endure.... Thank you for sharing your skilled talent. This particular entry truly spoke to me on many levels. Thank you for that. Have a beautiful night. Peace and Blessings always. (smile)

Bill Baker
Date: 10/30/2023 8:25:00 PM

I think we all lie sometimes, usually it is lying to ourselves as we get older. Half-truths and misleading sounds more like the problems I've had over the years. At one time I had a tendency to exaggerate sometimes. Most of those times are long gone now; I learned the lesson and grew right through it. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Silent One

Date: 10/21/2023 9:57:00 AM

Liars and telling lies i never a good thing.. Honesty is always the best policy.. you poem describes it so well.. you have a unique way with words and your rhymes and flow are done so well...

Bill Baker
Date: 10/21/2023 2:56:00 PM

Thank you for the kind and considerate words, Silent One. You are an encouragement to my writing. Have a great weekend! Bill

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 10/20/2023 1:34:00 PM

Pain terrible and deep. Opening the door, that brings hope of joy and washes away the depth of agony of the emotions is such a marvelous gift! The lie was finished! Wonderful!!

Bill Baker
Date: 10/20/2023 4:51:00 PM

Thanks for the thoughtful comments, BJ. Have a great day, my friend. Bill

Besma Riabi Dziri

Date: 10/20/2023 8:01:00 AM

Huge is my pleasure and bright I get the light when I immerse myself in reading your poetry, Bill.. so vivid is your depiction of your inner state that I got it and felt it! So amazing what you fill your poetry with your wisdom and true feelings! So much enjoyed the read! God bless you. Best regards.

Bill Baker
Date: 10/20/2023 4:53:00 PM

Thank you, Besma, for your awareness and for your kind comments. They encourage me to write more poetry. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 10/20/2023 3:49:00 AM

a powerful and wise poem, dearest Bill. I could feel the pain and anguish in your words...as over the years you've diminished the 'illusion' in your life. Grateful for your soulful thoughts and growth. Du bist der Beste, hugs from me

Bill Baker
Date: 10/20/2023 4:56:00 PM

Thank you, my eastside writing bear. You are so observant of others and your insight are often very helpful, my love. Nine, Du bist der beste, Hugs, your westside writing bear, Bill

Eve Roper

Date: 10/19/2023 6:10:00 PM

Such a heartfelt poem, Bill. A pain of the heart is like a room being closed off with no doors away from human touch. Enjoyed reading. God bless you.

Eve Roper
Date: 10/22/2023 9:42:00 AM

Bill, that is how I've felt since my husband died. A house, dark one wants to yell out why?

Bill Baker
Date: 10/20/2023 4:57:00 PM

Thanks for the metaphor for pain of the heart, Eve. The poet in you just has to be let out. :-) I like it. Have a pleasant weekend, my friend. Bill

Karen Jones

Date: 10/19/2023 5:15:00 PM

Ah a great poem about not being truthful to others or self. Living a lie is a waste of precious time. Enjoyed this thought provoking poem Bill. Love and light to you!

Bill Baker
Date: 10/20/2023 4:58:00 PM

Thanks for your insightful comment, Karen. It's always good to see you've visited my poetry again. Hugs, Bill