Reality's plain
Ruby tears streak my tortured face
As I stand
On Reality's cold and barren plain
Paranoia's icy wind
Whips Idealism's ashes in my face
While summoning
Guilt's devastating fog
To slowly smother
My torn, battered, aching heart
My horrid wails go unheard
By the disillusioned specters that inhabit here
Hope's last flickering light
Is engulfed
In Despair's inky night
By ShannonL
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