Half-Disillusioned
A Haiku
I do not seek what
can never be, but I hold
onto my true self.
Is this what they call
delusional? Holding on
to this soul of mine?
But they do not know
how I truly see the world —
I feel lost in it.
I do not seek what
can never be, but I hold
onto my true self.
Is this what they call
delusional? Holding on
to this soul of mine?
But they do not know
how I truly see the world —
I feel lost in it.
Poetry, musings, and personal essays by Lark Morrigan
Poet. Sci-fi & Fantasy Writer. Blogger. Composer. Music Lover. Literary Symbolism Enthusiast. Website: larkmorrigan.com.