Fading reality,
Vulgarize living;
Trapped in emptiness,
Unknown of a promising destiny.
Dwelling supreme,
Amidst impurities;
A tough dealing-
The road to reality is misleading
Lies beneath lies;
Shameful face never as ugly as its true color
What else to be hidden!
Mourning the sacred death of living…
Trying to live-
The truth within me is bleeding,
Smiling…
Here I’m ruling-
Dwelling supreme,
Trapped in false living.
lovita j r morang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-129/
