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Convoluted Delusions
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Personal (Melancholy)
My mind convoluted
everything that should be simple;
love and acceptance
became complex mysteries.
I couldn’t make myself forgive
even if it was just a mistake;
I questioned everyone’s actions
even if they were unintentional.
All these overreactions added up
to scars imprinted on my soul,
thought patterns that distorted
anything good that happened.
The lies I believed changed me,
hardened my heart until
I cracked under the pressure.
What I wouldn’t do to
reverse time to when hope
was alive, though fragile.
Unknown Desires
Respected Madam,
Your poetry is really good to read and think about in this 2013 gizmo driven environment.
Hopelessness and despondency (in my view) is the impetus to creativity. "Out of frustration
comes creation" You have a long way to go. Keep PPoems alive. It appears English is your
mother tongue so............................... keep going
©bishu