"Life in an Illusion"
By: Lorraine D. Villete
Mirage; something that seemed to be so real, yet really wasn't.
A daydream that was too good to be true was within my grasp, but how could I allow myself to be so ignorant?
I stood there with sweaty palms; a nervous wreck—yet I managed to look gracefully decent.
And for what? In the end, it seemed like I was still a mere peasant.
First came to settle in my heart was contentment.
The longer it lingered, the worse it burned my entire being, full of resentment.
What was once a full-blooming flower had wilted as a result of what the friends had sent.
A voice, “Unfair!”—then it sobbed.
What had I done wrong to deserve such predicament?
Mercy, mercy, mercy—I chanted to the heavens and lords above.
How many more agonizing nights must I endure for you to hear my sobs?
Everything I was, everything I had done, stepped down to the gruble—please stop this painful throb!
Please, please, please—enough of the torment! Heaven, please send me a dove.
Foolish—it was absolutely foolish of me to believe that I was worthy of such euphoria.
Too many people with wide grins, I raised the corners of my lips with the tips of my fingers as I stared at them in awe.
How could one have that kind of reality while I was stuck in only the daydream that I saw?
All the brightness in others—would you spare this dark corner of mine with a smile that you can draw?
The horrors that happened in the night sky,
Dreams that everyone yearned for in their slumber, yet I dared not to close my eyes.
“No more,” the little voice whispered—curled up in a void so silent that you could make out the small hidden cries.
“No more of these illusions.”—please let me have a taste of what happiness in reality felt like.
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