Do you love yourself?
All of the time?
How could they?
Why should any?
All of the time.
Are all minds so cruel?
All memories confused?
Sunshine beating down on storms within,
Fake fusion fashioning a life of preferred pretence,
Need for norm outweigh real reality,
Screaming outcries a mere peep.
Pretend long enough and even those who wrote narrative real
find themselves slipping slowly into fake fusion,
Free from fallout.
Dormant magma buried deep,
Aftermath calm as seas on sunny days.
Ignored storms of past present perilous shockwaves,
Detached from fiction,
A defused future,
Seen through clear glass,
On a clouded day.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2022 00:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Oh, that is quite harrowing, fake fusion. That didn't work for long in our case. By the time I was 11 dad hadn't returned home and started a second family.
That's reality right there no time for fusion!
A deep read. Thank you for sharing!
Go raibh maith agat.
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