ILLUSIONS

It does not take a whole lot

Of what my soul is not

To distort

The being who I am alone;

So I pray my God

To take

The visions and the sounds

Of the lies and the deceptions

I have known:

What has shone as light in what should be the darkness,

What has grown as habit where I should be free,

What has thrown itself to where I’d live as conscious

To become the stone that I would think as me.

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BROKE

Emptiness is silence.

It is darkness.

It is death.

It is finding who I am

Without the rhythm of my breath.

It is seeing more where I am now

Than where I was or went.

It is knowing I am not alone

And much more than how I’m spent.

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