Once upon time,
Is the color dreams
Develop on ripening.
–
My world is concave,
No longer small
But steadily inverting.
–
I think I would look
Better if I were inside out
Then you’d see
How deep my convictions run.
–
Perfection is an illusion
Favored in hindsight.
–
All this wanting, all this looking
And still nothing achieved.
How does one fill a hole
That isn’t there?
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I am paper, I absorb
The realities imposed on me,
The contradictions
The fallacies labored
And satisfied at the expense
Of my gravel-ridden soul.
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I have no questions for you
Only accusations and even they
Are mostly self-inflicted.
mindlovemisery 
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I love “I am paper, I absorb”
Awww thank you =)
long and lovely poetry
Thank you!
I think you have put into words how many of us often feel.
Yet I do believe we can have many good moments of filling that hole –
They are the times when nothing else matters except the loved one we are with at the moment – like when my grand-daughter is comfortable enough to fall asleep in my lap. 🙂
I too have had many weird dreams. Just last night I had a dream of being pulled through layers of time to be with someone, just to become separated from them. Mostly strangers though, so I’m thinking it was news related. Too much separation of families by current warring all over the world.
You make a great point here, there are many good ways to fill those holes. How precious is that! I remember once I fell asleep on my lawn and when I woke up there were dachshund puppies sleeping on my back. I had never met the puppies before but the mom visited sometimes, they were the neighbor’s dogs, the mom dachshund had come over to show them off to me they were so precious and adorable. That is unsettling.
Trust is a beautiful thing 🙂
Perfection is an illusion–YES, and a trapdoor which opens to insanity. I LOVE “gravel-ridden soul”–WOW.
That it does! Thanks so much =)
Most welcome.