Illusion of the Doorway
The doorway is always there,
waiting, watching,
whispering promises of paths untaken.
Words spill out, insistent, urgent,
like an unwanted guest, knocking,
no, banging on the doors of perception.
Reality sits behind the door,
but it never opens,
because sometimes, illusion is kinder.
Truth is, truth is, truth is...
a cacophony of night terrors,
a deluge of rain on the
worst day of your life,
like a mirror reflecting
the ugliest you.
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