Delusions of grandeur  – illusions abound.

Deceptions of splendour spinning around.

The times that we live in feel stranger than fiction.

The people around us can feel the restriction.

Tortured by images of how life should be,

Pinning their  hopes on pure fantasy.

The grass is not greener on any side.

From Kalopsia, it seems, we can not hide.

We all fall down in the snares of her lap…

Kalopsia, an ancient, ghastly trap.


© The Secret Poetess, November 2016