Illusion Poem by Brandon Antonio Smith

Cast out entirely this time around.
There's a beautiful world waiting,
But its easy to be blinded by what you thought was beautiful in a beautiful world.

In the dark for so long.
The retina I own captured false images
Of what i once believed in.
So much effort stored in a mirage,
Lodged in doubtful recollections.

I want no sympathy,
I can only evolve through
The chasing of symphonies.
Villainous, aren't you?
The conflict is the enemy.

I'll do away with this blame game,
You're just so awfully gifted at how you play.
I was the warmhearted prey

Fooled into what appears to be defeat,
Due to stupidity.
I saw what I wanted to see,
And clearly my vision was wrong.