Illusion, poetry by Lei Writses at
Bruno Guerrero



written by: Lei Writses


A bottle of pills am I,
but beware —
for when you take one of mine,
you die.

In desperate times, I cure;
but for most, I curse
and for wellness, I’ve no use.

I am where your eyes can’t meet mine,
but when gone am I from your sight,
the needed am I, the safer I hide.

And yet, the harder you seek
a dose of me, the merrier I am;
the farther you reach for me,
the closer I become;
the deeper you need me,
the sicker you are, the more addicting
I become.

Riddle me this, riddle me that —
find out more of me, and pray,
am I human or I am what.

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