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The Veil of Deception

When all we can view involves a deep conspiracy, What we perceive becomes a tangled rhapsody. In the shadows of doubt, truth hides under a shroud. A veil of deception where reality is not allowed Whispers of secrets echo through the night. As darkness consumes, hiding truth from sight. Mysterious whispers, akin to a haunting melody, Lead us to a path of uncertainty and treachery. In our minds, there is a world eager to be seen. Above the truth, all facts are veiled by a screen. Paranoia fills our view as we're lost in the haze. Doubt is our compass in this strange phase. Our eyes perceive illusions of what formerly was. Shadows whisper lies as we tumble for their ruse. In this labyrinth of doubt, we look for a way out. Yet the walls shut in, blocking any escape route. The realm unseen holds secrets untold. The more we tackle, the greater we're controlled. For in this realm lies the grasp of sanity. Where we are lost in a web of our vanity. Fearful flaws destroy conscience and ruin truth.  It is still alike a night shadow, pound and smooth.
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Pandit Avatar
June 17, 2023 at 4:04 PM
When all we can view involves a deep conspiracy--A veil of deception where reality is not allowed--We hear that deception quite a lot lately. Hope things change for the better soon.
Volumes Avatar
June 17, 2023 at 3:46 PM
Dear Poet, you have described the very chasm I fell into a couple of months ago. I became untrusting, and bitter for a short time, asking help from my almighty spirit in the sky, He offered a way out of my darkness, beseeched me to trust again, and start anew with my head held high. Your amazing poem is like looking through a window to my past. You just made me so thankkful not to be there any more. Thank you.
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June 17, 2023 at 11:28 AM
An intriguing write Sotto expressing the conflicts of life. We don’t have much choice and have to accept what comes our way. O for the joys of yesterdays… Belle
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