She’s
twisted, turned, delusions in her head
She
races toward the mirage, the shadow so blur
But
oh so clear from the sidewalk path
Where
she stands
Feet
planted on the dirt crusted earth
Clutching
on the pound of life she’s got left behind
She
runs
Hunts,
The
illusion…
Half
way through the chase, she stops, turns back
And
takes in through her hallucination that it is nothing but a dream
A
salient vision, maybe a thought, she can’t say
She
wouldn’t know
“It’s
like walking towards the rainbow
A
ray of sun I try to contain”
She
sobs
“When
I reach thus far, it is naught but dew drops,
Nay
but a light, that brightens my darkness yet it cannot be held
The
night will come
Inevitable
And
the darkness…aye it cannot be undone”
She
shrugs…
“What
becomes of me, if the sun doesn’t rise again?
There
will be no light
No
reason for life
I
may not see my mirages to boot
Because
with no light, nothing will be visible
What
becomes of me with no color?
Will
all be black or white?
Like
a page from the news or maybe a dull brown
Like
the autumn ground?”
“Engaño!”
She
cries
“I
feel so deceived… alone…. yo mismo
Mislead
When
I wake up will the light be gone?”
But
she smiles, out of liking, out of dread
Out
of confusion perhaps
‘coz
fear, she ponders, is life unsought,
Fight
not fought
Doubt
is none but days unlived
And
land not walked”
The
light may dim, maybe when the morning dawns
Or
when her life is done
But
no fear nor hoodwinking sight
The
twist of karma or the panic of the night
No
forlorn paths she treaded can pause
The
days lived, the loves mislead, the tears shred, or the joys sensed
Vida
It’s
a battle
Delusions
lead the way
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