Those Illusions Of Love....

all the while
he is preoccupied with the real thing
that fences his life
his sweet prison cell
where love
still reigns
a love of the self to self
shared with
no other

and then the sting of pain
starts to pinch him
and away from his senses
while waiting
he begins to write the lines
until another real thing
comes and
deceives him
again

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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