Delusions Of Grandeur

Shades of solitude
brush the breeze of hands
of time,

warring two or more
improbable red and black
and blue.

The myriad senses of
sight, taste, touch and
smell are opposite

to the reality in
this world where I am
a character

of constant misconception
in everything that only exists
in my thoughts.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to Delusions Of Grandeur

  1. I love the poem Chester, simply beautiful! Happy New Year brother!

  2. DeniseBalog says:

    Some “deep” stuff here Chester! Reread a few times:) It’s a “thinker” for sure! Enjoyed!

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