Poetry

Bliss – the illusion

Bliss is a state of complete illusion, the idea that you mind creates where everything is perfect but how perfect can things really be in this cruel world we call home. 

Feeling like you have reached ultimate bliss in the spur of the moment; everything seems perfect and you forget your fears, obligations and all the things this world brings.

“Someone wake me up from this dream” you say.

A dream, that is all it is,

A feeling that your mind creates in hope to make you live on,

On in this cold- hearted world waiting to open up its ground to swallow you whole, he reached out his hand, pulling me out as my shoulders were beneath the surface.

Just maybe bliss is existent, through his eyes with so much tenacity and boldness, looking right through my fragile soul. Holding me together, I do not want to let him have that power over me…

“I am afraid of me, incapable of loving” yet he sways me into giving him my hand as he pulls me out of the world’s claws.

 

Bliss is a state of complete illusion, the idea that you mind creates where everything is perfect but how perfect can things really be in this cruel world we call home. 

Bliss… a state of complete happiness, just an illusion brought upon by the hope of a better tomorrow….

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