Posted: April 12, 2015 in poems
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There’s nothing truly wrong in innocent assumptions,
Responsible speculations that secretly appease your troubled heart,
Reassure your wandering mind that everything is fine,
Assumptions that give your whole existence a false azure of hope-
Long-lasting hope that is like a breeze blowing gently through a meadow,
These assurances persuade your warring insides that the golden sun will miraculously never set.
But you know what’s truly wrong?
Outrightly sad?
Confirmation that your innocent speculation, responsible assumptions, remarkable assuarances are all but an epoch of incredulity.
All lies.
All a figment of your imagination.
And in that sad moment of revelation, you realize that your life has been invisible,
You have been invisible,
Your whole existence has been slandered,
In a sense, you’re a fake.
A hoax.
Your best of times have turned to your worst of times,
You do not care to remember anything from your happiness season,
Because what’s the point in recalling fake moments?
But in your sudden age of wisdom, you thank confirmation,
You raise your glass to it’s timely disclosure,
Because once upon a time, two or three months ago,
You were caught up in a lie-having no alternative,
Many years later, you learn, forcefully too,
That there’s something truly wrong in speculation.

  1. patrice says:

    Epic read,love how you use your words

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