Illusions

by JB Guancia Dormido   Aug 2, 2015


It's a little bit
tiring sometimes,
holding on to them.
It gets a little
too painful,
knowing that
you are holding on
to something
that isn't even there.
But what can you do?
It's all you got.
It's the only thing
that gets you
from one day
to another.
It's your only refuge,
your cover,
your escape
to the
terrible reality
of this
cruel world.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Whatever gets you through the day, as they say.....even if it means clinging to what isn't real. Great piece,
    All the best
    Ben