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The Illusion
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As I succumb to my own self-manipulation,
Embracing the illusion, in my own chamber of torture and deprivation.
I accept the shallow judgements I find thrust upon me,
Advocating my own slaughter, assuming but not knowing.
Constructing my own personal maze leading only to ignorance,
Piece by piece, failure by failure.
I traverse this path puppeteered by my own fears and delusions,
Naïve, and consumed by self-absorption,
The walls of the mind grow ever taller,
Towering high, until the light is smothered with only shadows.
But like a waking dream I discover a glimpse of reality,
It unravels the binding rope, only to restrain me once again.
The cycle continues perpetually in endless clockwork,
But my very soul defies this, it hungers for truth.
So when the fog of delusion clears,
I stand in awe of reality, and liberate my very being.
All my anxieties and fears disintegrate before my eyes,
True beauty is unveiled, yet in the most unlikeliest of places.
But ugliness emerges in the place of superficial beauty.
I see the true nature, seething hatred contained in a plastic shell.
For this insight I remain grateful, I carve it on my very soul,
All my pain and hatred morph into simply love and compassion.
Embracing the illusion, in my own chamber of torture and deprivation.
I accept the shallow judgements I find thrust upon me,
Advocating my own slaughter, assuming but not knowing.
Constructing my own personal maze leading only to ignorance,
Piece by piece, failure by failure.
I traverse this path puppeteered by my own fears and delusions,
Naïve, and consumed by self-absorption,
The walls of the mind grow ever taller,
Towering high, until the light is smothered with only shadows.
But like a waking dream I discover a glimpse of reality,
It unravels the binding rope, only to restrain me once again.
The cycle continues perpetually in endless clockwork,
But my very soul defies this, it hungers for truth.
So when the fog of delusion clears,
I stand in awe of reality, and liberate my very being.
All my anxieties and fears disintegrate before my eyes,
True beauty is unveiled, yet in the most unlikeliest of places.
But ugliness emerges in the place of superficial beauty.
I see the true nature, seething hatred contained in a plastic shell.
For this insight I remain grateful, I carve it on my very soul,
All my pain and hatred morph into simply love and compassion.
...
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I am really really really awed by this. This just sums up so many things that are often on my mind. It is undeniably true in every facet. And yet described with the same raw beauty that makes it seem so smooth and polished. The way this is written epitomizes the subject that it is about. I am stunned. And the best part is that there is still a glimpse of hope at the end. I love it when an author does that. I know I try to do it, but when I see others do it, then I know that no one is truly alone 