ILLUSION OF IDENTITY

 

an alteration in full reverse 

my reflection slowly turning to a cadavers

my foot no longer prints in each stroke 

the milky wave is nothing but a joke 

the world offers no peace 

no redemption for my broken pieces 

I am shaped and reshaped by close proximity 

me, a broken soul and nonentity 

I shiver at the sight of my reflection 

a clueless being in rejection 

no soothing balm for my soul 

my life’s velocity is just slow 

embalmed by my own chastity 

sadness has erected a huge security 

a fertile land offers drought 

you must water the seeds blood before they sprout 

this is an illusion of my true identity 

a self consoling insanity 

poised as scenery I daydream 

my calamities aren’t full to its brim 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

5:47am

13 April 2026