Poetry: A Mirage of Smiles


Dividing the thrills of breathing new form

To thought and feeling are black-veiled moments

When, like the soldier scraping his belly

On the claws of a nameless hill, the stark

Meaninglessness of human endeavor

Burns the eyes with the bleak insanity

Of response to misguided stimuli.

These moments, when helping hands are wishes,

When friendships mutate into transactions

Long filed and forgotten, grip you with chills,

With fear that you will never leave that hill,

That what you believed was life was nothing

More than a mirage of smiles, a handful

Of pixie dust on which you built your dream.


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