THE ILLUSION
by Petros Miklos
The Illusion of the smile as you cry,
deep within when no one sees.
Its arms of iron steel,
clenching you, just mortal flesh.
And the smile keeps flashing by,
and the tears keep holding by,
As the illusion remains,
untouched,
unphased,
undisturbed…
You scream from within,
with a rage of emotions bursting out from you,
but even you, can only hear,
nothing but a faith whisper in your mind,
such is the illusion that keeps you behind…
The illusion, a masquerade,
A fairy tale with unknown ending…
No heroes,
Only villains and despairing victims,
Some hope, but can you reach it?
Who knows…
Who can tell…
Its an illusion, it is not there.
True, indeed. But you know, we’re not blind forever. Even those who actually can’t see know about that. Sooner or later, we all come to a point where we identify the intent to deceive – and there’s where you look around for different paths to follow.
I sometimes wonder if in some things we are blind forever. Its almost as though “faith whispers” keep tugging at us making us always question what we see, or think we see.
Very nice writing.