The Illusion – Poem by Vladimir Bach

I can’t handle this illusion any longer,
I trudge on forward everyday,
only to end in ruins.

Where is the possitive side of what I’m brewing?

All I see is the darkness,
swirling.

There is no light,
hidden within this whirling void,
and I see myself reflected in the bleak darkness.

I can’t stop these feelings that are overflowing,
this sense of doubt that keeps returning,
I look to the sky,
but my tears are flowing.

So all I see are my dreams,
and even those are fading.

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