What seems to be is really not
Circles in the corner found
Demons in the mind are fought
In this orb we are bound
Memories how they hide
Locked  in father time
What lies deep inside
Lingers there for us to find
Everlasting mysteries dwell
Reaching to the void of space
Oh the stories meant to tell
Reflections of the face
Searching for eternity
Wastelands of the id
Peace and serenity
Many things are hid
Smoke and mirrors fade
Drifting out of sight
Dreams of life are made
This never ending fight
In this solemn solitude
Are the ties that bind
It's a matter of attitude
Illusions in my mind
Poetry Scroll Collection
February 11 2014 ©
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