Life’s Illusion
Was it all just a dream?
I meet myself, time and again,
in a thousand disguises,
on this solitary path of life.
My mind whispers,
“The walls will never echo joy again.”
The illusion of what could have been
breaks me.
Guilt clings to me,
a straight jacket of failures,
my shadow self, fearful of the light,
hiding behind my shattered heart.
My thirsty soul drinks doubt
from a broken goblet,
each sip a reflection of despair.
Thoughts race like shadows
chaotic noise, relentless and loud.
How long until memories
stop tasting like pain?
What can keep me standing,
when loss echoes in every breath?
I meet myself, time and again,
in these tattered disguises,
searching for a glimmer,
a reason to rise.
Copyright © Rene McKeel | Year Posted 2025
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