The Illusionist Poem by Melah Jennifer

It seems like dawn but it is stil dusk.
It seems like the rain but it is only dew.
It seems so real but it is only a dream.
I am an illusionist!

There is only a thin line between sanity and insanity.
You erased that line when u left.
Creating a void that even life cannot fill.

It seems like a whisper but you are screaming.
You seem to be gone but why do I feel you in every breath that I take and in all that I do.
You would never come back to me but why do I still believe that we would meet soon to part no more.
I am an illusionist!

I hear the voices.
I can see the shadows on the wall.
I can feel your breath on my skin.
I can percieve the sweet aroma of your pefume.

I carry you in my spirit.
And everytime you speak right to my heart,
I know that I am no ilusionist.