My Illusions
A Negative Space Poem
i walk through shadows i create
illusions i believe are there
twisted thoughts are taking shape
a tangled maze of empty chairs
a whispered voice, the table set
invitations sent for you to find
and i recall what i forget
dreams and reality collide
i'm chasing ghosts no one can see
living a lie inside of me
my illusion caught between
the dark and light of broken dreams
my illusions can't pretend
and can't restart what's never been
but i'll chase your ghost with curtains drawn
till my illusions like you - are gone
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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