It; Mirage

Origins from the heart;
Takes it’s time and swirls about,
Each atom, nerve,
And every part,

Rejoice in ecstasy,

Happiness, seemingly, will never depart.

Through the veins, swims,
Reaches upwards:

The brain;

The fountain of which I take pride,

And credit for being smart.

Finds resistance there;

Reality hits hard,

Piercing; a merciless dart.

Resides, deformed and scarred;

Helpless, wordless, and sad.

Hopeless;

Buries itself right there,

Without further regard.

 

 

 

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