Disillusion Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Searching in empty boxes
Broken facades that glimmer
With fierce brightness
Blinded to the carcass of regrets
And the past plays on like a band
Without a bass
No depth
No rhythm
Only sound
I need to be needed
And I wish that I didn’t
Because it’s cold when you stand
Alone
Wind shredding your face
Red
No calm to cover up exposed flesh
Frostbitten to the bone
Longing to be atoned
Where is it?
Where is the comfort to lull day dreams
Soft and hopeful
Into existence?
Green buds that tease the senses
Unveiling seductively
Into swirls of pink freshened simplicity
That gorge on electric blue life
Maybe if eyes were closed
And never saw
I’d never envision this feeling
I’d never want to know more
Than what’s been given
And so I search and probe
In blackened holes
Acrid deserts
Dry barren crevices
Cracked confusion
Holding onto an illusion
Left
Alone
In a state of utter disillusion