Aching Delusion
Our true selves remain inexpressible, it seems,
forever distant and only glimpsed through our dreams,
Life’s joy is truth unknowable, mere illusion,
it’s leaving me with a deep, aching delusion.
Frustrated by time, I rage at a world to be—
outlived by my true self, yet fails to capture me.
Like your memory, whole, yet silent seclusion.
it’s leaving me with a deep, aching delusion.
Lost between love and oblivion, demands drain
my soul’s purpose, leaving me with nothing to gain,
distant dreams, Overthinking love—hate, infusion,
it’s leaving me with a deep, aching delusion.
Our true selves remain inexpressible, it seems,
it’s leaving me with a deep, aching delusion.

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