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From Dusk Till Dawn

reality isn't real

By ezurates AngelPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
dawn

From dusk till dawn;

the time when most people think.

Unable to concentrate on the silence during the hours of day

when translucent lives seem to mock us in smug humor.

I dwell deep into the depths of my mind;

I can't sort things out.

On one hand, this, on the other, that.

I say too many fucking hands!

The daylight peeks in my window;

Slapping the contemplation away.

Go back to sleep!

Live another day in this false reality.

Just when the glimpse of truth was a mirage in the distance,

I now am blinded, again, by this delusive illusion called life.

Waiting to be free.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

ezurates Angel

Writing was my first true love.

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