Poem -
Shattered Illusions

When illusions are broken
everything else is shattered,
tiny pieces of fractured glass,
look around my feet,
littered with all the broken pieces
of my shattered illusions,
I tried to pick them up myself,
but my fingers bled,
and I couldn't find them all,
hid what was left of them away in my pocket to keep for another time when I needed to once again pick up my broken and shattered illusions.

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Comments
This poem is definitely no illusion
You brought it nicely to conclusion
And in between, sadly proclaimed
You'll keep the pieces you've reclaimed
Thank you kindly for your writing