As I find myself getting lost in the world of illusion,
Where perception is nothing more than constant confusion
Which catches me by surprise
Like kids opening gifts on birthdays
and the gift leaves them in utter amazement
Or like doing something and forgetting the task at hand or what you were doing
Or like arguments or hurtful words said
from points being proven

I dream sometimes…
Of broken hearts that I’ve ruined,
Of empty promises never kept,
Of walls of trust being penetrated until hatred is the only emotion left

I dream sometimes…
Of you fully forgiving me
For the mistakes that I made
and how I failed you endlessly

I dream sometimes…


  1. JP,
    I too find it hard sometimes to tell what’s real and what’s an illusion. Your poem illustrates the frustration involved with that very well. You’re a taltented writer; please write more!

  2. This is really good! I love how you end this almost on a cliffhanger so that the reader is left thinking about the poem.

  3. JP, we have all let people down…..this is a commonality (if that’s not a word it should be!) here……we all fail and then move forward as best we can. Words heal, as does this beautiful piece of poetry that is clearly written from the heart! Thank you for this reminder!

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