This::illusion
This may come unspoken
dismay is mostly taboo
This count feels endless
discount refills the queue
This trust I lost in God
distrust found in the pew
This stain runs too deep
disdain sets in like glue
This dress shows all flaws
distress perfectly fits you
This gust left a whisper
disgust in what it blew
This pair of nuts lost out
despair one couldn’t screw
This missed the G spot
dismissed as nothing new
This solves all our questions
dissolves the answers too
This illusion belies the hurt
disillusion because it’s true
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2025
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