Colorful figments of my life I find
Vivid and unique just one of a kind
Within illusion these images simple to define
Bottomless and empty like this bottle of wine
Does this elixir of living become simply mine
Learning to believe there is nothing divine
Invading my memory like unwanted vines
Losing the passion if not my mind
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Hello.
This poem stopped my scrolling - I agree, losing the illusion really is jarring - like waking up from a fairy tale you thought was real.
Sorry for the ramble, but it definatley made me pause.
Keep sharing - much appreciated.
Julie Tharlove
May 30th, 2006