This is a piece I wrote near the beginning of the year. When I write my poetry, most of it has a couple things in common:
1. A stanza that is a refrain, because I write like it's a song. The refrain would be like the chorus of a song.
2. A Christian theme. I am absolutely devoted as a Christian, and much of my writing is more like worship.
Although this piece isn't as blatant as some of my others are (will be), if you look at it through the lens of Christianity, you will see the true meaning I was aiming for.
A Beautiful Illusion
Written on 2/27/10
You ask how long I’ll let my eyes deceive me from the truth,
Of all that’s real, that’s staring in my face.
I don’t care about anything
You have to say to me.
Just let me live in my own way.
Go on, just let me be.
It’s a beautiful illusion
And I won’t let it go.
I’ll keep my own reality.
There’s nothing you can do.
A beautiful illusion,
That’s keeping me content,
That tricks my heart and head,
And disallows me to repent.
There’s nothing that can give me joy; my feelings all but gone;
Eroded, dull, and withering away.
This dream is all that I have left,
If but a futile muse.
And if it’s just a fantasy,
It’s fantasy I choose.
So I will live my life this way with inhibitions void;
With nothing to repress my every want.
And nothing you can say or do
Will change my grounded mind.
This truth you say you’ve found is
Something that I’ll never find.
It’s a beautiful illusion
And I won’t let it go.
I’ll keep my own reality.
There’s nothing you can do.
A beautiful illusion,
That’s keeping me content,
That tricks my heart and head,
And disallows me to repent.
Comments and critiques are welcome.
