False Perception Poem by Eduardo M. Oran

If only I had a tight grip on previous thoughts,
This burden you left for me is arbitrary,
The cries for help were self-taught,
No one is authentic anymore; it's unsanitary.
Blinded by false perception,
I've longed and lingered for this,
Now I'm anxiously escaping the deception,
I'm helplessly trying to once again find bliss.

That slight thought of you is ineffable,
Its sharp and tumultuous memories are unfathomable.