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Click here'Nothing is real' say the birds in the sky
Nothing is real but the pain
In my mind i feel the hurt must go away
But i'm stuck in this feelin again
Why, must i see the rain
Why, must i bask in the pain
Why can't i, just deny
Cause nothing is real, in the end
'Nothing is real' says the town square fool
Not even the love of your friends
Reality it seems is itself a fucking dream
That we wake up from in the end
Why, can't i see the sun
Why, can't i hate everyone
Why must i, look to the sky
Cause none of it's real in the end
Illusion is our friend
It's our world in the end...
Nothing is real, Nothing is real
But the illusion in our head
If the illusion goes, and we cease to write our prose
Then we're just as good as dead
Why, can't i see tomorrow
Why, can't i make this love cease to flow
Why must i, lay down and die
Cause none of it's real in the end
questions posed throughout. We never really can tell what is real and what is deceiving.
Does anyone actually
have a real answer for that?
I havent found one yet!
Lovely poem,
really worked for me.
Well done,
Thanks.
~ J
some really good possibilities in this poem, but the way it's delivered just makes it fall short.
The punctuation in the third line of each strophe forces a pause that detracts, and you're inconsistent in the last lines as well.
I think with a little editing/rework this could be a much stronger poem.
Introspection... I loved this, D. How many times have we all been there, feeling alone and lost? Hope shines between your lines, or am I reading it too close? What is reality, anyway, but an illusion we create for ourselves? Well done! ~Minx