I awake, see truth is an illusion

I love creative writing, especially poetry, but I don’t always have the confidence to ‘get them out there’. So, having you read my poem would be amazing! It’s about the illusion of truth we create for ourselves, especially now with social media allowing us to create personas that may not reflect who we really are.

The Truth Illusion 

I’m a visionary

Yet I’m sedentary 

The richest soul in stolen rags 

I’m a wit, don’t fit

As I inhabit 

Spheres of influence, I degenerate 

I influence, degrade

And agitate 

I am beauty in all its fierce repellence 

Full to the brim with style and inelegance 

My captive audience 

Hundreds

Yet none 

I sleep, held by contended dreams 

That haunt my mind

And steal my streams

Of consciousness 

I awake, see truth is an illusion

No one on this earth knows the depth of my intrusion 

I can create in my madman’s workshop

A truth for myself

Until the truth is forgot. 

Lisa Winship

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