"Lonely eyes"
In this very instance,
you will see time fly by.
In this very instance,
memories will overlap existence.
In this very instance,
you will see the change.
The rough destination
corrupted by wounds,
hounding and rowling
all about the room.
Chaotic notion played along,
when gestures blind the soul.
Cases of mischief filled the air,
I knew the blessings missed the air.
Sprouted treachery aimed at me,
flared up once touched by breeze.
Shutting doors collapsed at once,
why am I the only standing one.
In the room filled with air,
who will get the oxygen? "Everyone there!"
Amidst the crowd stood a clown
who was led to believe in all.
"Leave instant! Take others to save themselves."
The clown left instant, taking others believing others.
The clown died, so did others,
is what which was thought by the malicious ones.
However, life took a turn and led the clown and others
to a forest further, unknown and safe.
The malicious spirits rotted inside,
with a lack of oxygen, tree, and air.
Pretense took the better of time,
thinking of leading others to deaths,
this engulfed them instead.
Death is true, death is real,
fakeness only fainted there.
In this very instance,
you will see people change.
In this very instance,
you will lose a friend.
In this very instance,
life will be spread.
The End!
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Story behind the verses: As you start stepping into maturity, you get the taste of reality, and trust me it is not that bad. You are able to distinguish between pretense and fakeness, that reality which teaches me such, I feel I am blessed to understand. However, the poem touches the facts and leads the realizing soul rest. Yes, you may feel blessed but it is also true that you are hurt and you will need time to heal. You will pass through.