Illusion.

I once heard someone say
The world inside your head is barren,
But I brush that thought away
For who they are to think they know.

The spring came but I failed to fix the gloom
For in corners of my mind, the thought grew bit by bit,
I’m trapped;
For my own skin no longer seems to fit.

The whole world crawls on my walls
They tell me, tomorrow will be good,
How long does it takes to reach the mountains
When your soul in trapped in the woods?

My days are constantly afraid of nights
No Matter how brightly it shines, that moon,
For seasons are mere illusions
I am forever out of tune.

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  1. Very Nice. But I may be of the one as you say who believes in the wheel will turn around!! Yes it does! Having been over six decades on this earth, I do strongly believe on that!! In these tough times due to COVID19, herebelow is my take for that – A poem in Nonet form!
    *Win*
    No matter we are torn asunder,
    We are not beaten down under
    Still are strong enough to fight
    Take measures to ward off
    And nullify it
    We have the Will
    So this war
    We will
    *Win*!!!

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  2. Words are timeless! Beautiful melancholy in your poem. Time is endless, as we are in spirit. We touch this earth but for a moment at God’s choosing. In that brief second, He gives us free choice to believe in Him or not, which determines where we journey from there. With Faith and prayer, we are never alone!

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