The Real Truth

Even though my world has been shattered,

Even though my world has been disillusioned,

 

I am glad it happened. . . because now I know that

there is no one you can rely on, not even yourself

I am glad that the false light has been removed and the

real darkness and ugliness of life has been revealed. . .

 

Now, I know for a certainty that hope is a blackhole that

sucks the desparate and the broken in with a false light and

cruelly laughs at them as they struggle to get out of the chasm

called 'world reality'

 

I would never for a second go back, never, to that fake world

of happiness and hope.

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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