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Sweet illusion

Writer's picture: Oana BotezOana Botez

Lonely is the naked eye,

Lonely—bluest, saddest sky.

No clouds, no sun, nor moon, nor stars

To cover loneliness and wars.


Lonely is the human world,

Lonely—covered by all cold,

Lonely as the soul he sold,

Lonely—loneliness, fake gold.


Lonely prayers pray along,

Lonely faith to stand among.

All their prayers form a cluster—

Lonely déjà vu disaster.


Lonely is the purest dream,

Lonely masters blow off steam.

There is no one left to train,

And no wisdom left to gain.


Lonely is the heart at night,

Lonely, tired, broken sight.

Poor connection, altered seed—

Lonely love and child indeed.


Lonely is the mind that steals,

Lonely vision on two wheels.

Mass control, deep fear, and fire—

Lonely rulers, fierce desire.


Lonely is the soulful verse,

Lonely rhythm with a curse.

Poetry has lost its purpose—

AI shadows breed no substance.


 
 
 

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