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What can I say
When words go missing
Like fugitives
Making my throat swell up
With unspoken truth
The accomplices of the lies
The
Grand
Illusion
Don’t you dare
So, I became a canvas for them
They think they know
Who I am
Who they are
What life is about
What a sham
Give me real stuff to gnaw on
Or else
Say what?
We’re puppets in this charade
The deception of control
Uncover
Truth?
Only in dream life
Where shadows dance like bouncy balls
An orchestra of madness
Until the spell is broken and flames consume us
To be cleansed and reborn
Word!
© Ute Luppertz 2025 —
This piece was one of 25 featured in Black Coffee Poetry’s Substack collection:
