Eternal Illusion
Written: May 05, 2024, For Jaymee Thomas Contest
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Incessant ticking of timepieces,
reverberating clatter of a mallet in motion,
the whole thing testifies to an illusion.
Time,
only a delusion
Its sole goal is to decay and degrade,
the surplus is as worthless as our frail cells
Inward metamorphosis is what truly entices.
There will be a sunrise
once you cease to exist,
but fodder for maggots.
Yet,
from their perspective,
your remains,
provide a sustenance for survival,
their growth,
and their eventual ascension
perspective,
an invaluable commodity,
yet,
stay ignorant of two sides of a coin.
tales spun from our ignorance abyss.
Is love a reality or a falsehood in society?
a tether to maintain their focus,
how can they hinder their whims?
what else might motivate them to squander
indulgences such as candies or blooms?
leverage of greenery,
similar to the cost of water,
twisted nature repulses my senses.
Being a societal outcast,
do I not deserve an ample resolution?
at the pinnacle of my tale,
will I be restrained with shackles?
due to repugnant acts of cruelty,
your detested species has wrought
on my turbulent figure?
Ignite your wake pyre,
should you require a tan?
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