Tainted Treasure

My perfect imagined world
falling to pieces in my hands.
Grains of hope, sand slipping
through my spread fingers.

This infallible Eden I created,
contorting facts to my liking.
Grabbing after strands of silk,
trying to tie my world together.

A day, a summer solstice,
drawing to a sudden close.
Tantalizing lights on the horizon
taunting me, showing what was.

My home comes crashing down,
walls of protection collapsing.
Blanketed in dust, throat tight,
eyes stinging. Exposed.

Harsh reality, the shadow,
who lurked in my mind
comes forth and uncovers
the truth that's buried deep.

The End

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