Misinterpretations manifest fanciful fears.
Conjuring unsightly ideas of another’s disposition.
The ill kept mind over time gains an unrealistic confidence in its relentless desire to seek out something that isn’t there.
Imagination now damming those we are meant to love,
ridiculing their very soul,
forcing an oppressive silence to form.
Like a thick fog it creeps in,
smothering our perception,
clouding our judgment.
Conceited and fuelled by nothing more than our own misconception of another
It is only once the dust settles,
and that, what was once a flourishing landscape,
now lies bare.
We, who have been so fixated on what our mind created.
Misconstrue, that they simply must not care
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Fractured Dreams (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2020 12:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Well written 🌹
Thank you for reading
I know this feeling
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. I am so sorry you know this feeling. It is certainly not pleasant. But I thank you for commenting it means a lot
All the best
Fractured Dreams
What a beautiful mind and soul you are, with words of abundance to carry me a far...... Spectacular, thank you... Again 😉
Thank you Dan, that rhyming comment actually caused me to smile 🙂
Very much appreciated indeed
Thanks for another read
All the best and take good care of yourself
Fractured Dreams
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