Finally comes the optical illusion.
When I think I see him, I am only looking through him.
But 'through,' not as seeing through a crystal staircase,
But as looking at something you cannot place.
Blind it makes you; Still you feel it there, in your space
It's there, still? Staring you right in the face?
You'd think it demented! How long I have pined after this thing I cannot understand...
It fills me with fury and suffering, and yet still I demand-
Why it is that I love this shattering light so much
That I'm willing to risk my every belief just so that one day I can touch-
What's behind the mask, and then finally I will see!
The truth behind the man so filled with mystery.
How grand it would be then, when finally-
Both my mind and heart can come to agree
That he will always and forever be,
The man most absolutely perfect, and befitting of me.
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The Optical Illusion - A Pastiche of Poems
Short StoryPoems like these usually aren't shared because people prefer to keep their emotions hidden and out of sight for whatever reason. I simply don't believe in that though. That's why I decided to share these personal poems that express how I felt in eac...
