soniacookbroen
lone participant
when the things we feel are not real
i can only wonder at the nature of the mind
and how it can be so stubbornly blind
the heart is a shadow of light cast over
a darkening day
how could I have been so mired in moments
that i was lost in an instant
and fooled myself into believing
beauty was truth indeed after all
when the truth is at the end of the barren day
there is only the turmoil and bitter silence
within this heart of mine
a hope for reflection
dashed
foolish girl
there is the truth of the world.