Poetry

Twisted Illusion

Twisted illusion,

Captured only by the touch

Of savoured hope;

Now strangled in empty thought,

Wrought dry and restless;

Tangled now, for once

It sees true flesh

The best of us will be broken,

Soaked in wasted minds;

This time has bought no

Value and its vine

Will swallow us whole.

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