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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