Gutted


If you strip away
The illusions,
There's not a lot
Left.

The delusions
Keep us going,
Because the truth
Is too hard
To swallow.

Death comes
To us all,
But we
Ignore it,
Pretend its
Not gonna
Happen.

And when it
Does,
We are so
Shocked,
Wrecked,
Gutted.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 12:39

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Poe_t
reality can be so boring sometimes!
I play too much computer.
I am not surprized if i am doomed to a life as a loner.
2005-10-30


penfold18
Straight to the point and plenty of truth in this, well done esti.
2005-10-28