Will they notice
That the person they built
For their life to fit
Is nothing like me
I hide in lies
As in their tears
Lies the fear
Of the unknown.
They can’t bear me embrassing destruction
Thinking it’s a delusion
Worse than leopards lurking on a prey,
These perverted peeping Tom
Turned me in their idea of me
Seeing me as no longer human
But blinded by the beauty they taught me to see
Their only home is their imagination
Playing along the delusions their thought mine.
After every havoc,
I’ve been collecting pieces,
Holding onto them as I thought I was falling apart.
I discovered the Universe I hold so highly,
Was shredding its old parts just like me.
Behind every destruction,
Is an act of desperate creation
Maybe this is how I’m growing,
Letteing to mad men the thrill of failing to find the illumination of transcending Truth.
In devotion to every each of dismissed bliss,
I learnt in a forbidden fashion,
Scraped of former creations,
Scraped of their arrogant visions,
Sparked an utterly but untold division.
Knowing they wouldn’t find meaning
From their realm of false visions
They took for granted
Prompted me to fill another cup of tea,
Starring at it, I suddenly realised,
That in my dreams,
I had stopped drowning them in every morning.
I looked upon those,
Who said I created nothing but oblivion.
The Good gentleman finds illumination
In the corner of forbidden stations,
In the touch of the sun on their skin,
And in knowing the people that did them wrong,
Are left to drown.
She added to her palette,
A new shade of destruction.
Author: Barbara Ferreres
I’m an eatherable mass belonging to nowhere (better known as Barbara Ferreres) and the unreliable narrator of its own descent into the margins of society. It’s not that badn you should come and grab a tea sometimes. I love working with people, email me at tombelapluiepoetry@gmail.com. I would love it!
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