The Illusion of Happiness

Human beings are the masters of orchestrating illusions and believing them!

On an autumn’s morning, I get up and breathe in,
Lying to myself that the breaths which follow will be pure…
I push a smile on a tired face with no roots from within,
Another pre-broken promise to my soul that this pain I can endure!

On an autumn’s morning, I carry a book and read,
Lying to myself that the words I read will elevate my misery…
I push away a negative thought yet a 100 others breed,
Another desperate attempt to herd away the painful imagery!

On an autumn’s morning, I try to make sense of it all,
Lying to myself that the sense might make sense to me…
I push away regret and it comes bouncing back like a ball,
Another fake hope that it could, maybe, hopefully, set me free!

On an autumn’s morning, I finally realize my illusions:
Things will never change; accept them the way they are…
I push away the pretenses and the million confusions:
Hope is fake, attempts are desperate and happiness is far!

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About outlived

X-dreamer, fighter and writer... Using words to unleash the pain that eats me from the inside out, day after day!
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