Day 18: “Written Delusions”

Poetry

in late hours

I laud my words for

permitting one last

touch to those who

are out of my reach;

but when I wake

I curse myself for

ever holding a pen

with the intention to

create fantasies.

I have entered a state

in which I tire of

writing

for nevermore

do I wish to

pretend.

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