Mistaken Flames

sitting

staring

at a blank wall.

feeling life draining away

while the sobering reality

of that of an illusion passing

settles in.

seeping through the hardened cracks

you thought had healed

while they had danced around

the fire of your life

and gave you the joy you only dreamt about.

but that’s all it ever was.

a dream you superimposed upon reality.

and while the curtain of smoke dissipate from

the embers of that flame

that is where you sit now

staring at

the blank

wall

you couldn’t see before.

waiting for the

fullness of life

to return

for real

though

this

time.

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