No Illusions Left Poem by Sandra Feldman

No Illusions Left



Flat,
Like a white sheet,
Or an outdoor mat,
Indifference sets in,
A moody spat with yourself,
Hardly reacts,
Nothing seems to count,
Except disillusionment,
And you don't want to accept,
The realization that,
Nothing or no one to love,
Projects a transparent image,
Of emptiness,
That you can't pick up.

Monday, April 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: indifference
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 11 April 2016

YOU think you don't have anyone to love... but YOUR READERS love you- why don't you just love us back?

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