Nyoike
In a world spun of artifice, her solace she'd like.
Where masks never crack and smiles never fade,
Illusions entwine her, in their soft masquerade.
For the real world's sharp edges left scars on her soul,
Pain's relentless embrace took its unforgiving toll.
In the land of make-believe, she finds her reprieve,
Where laughter's not hollow, and sorrows deceive.
She dances in echoes, in the halls of deceit,
Where truth is a mirage, and lies taste so sweet.
In this shimmering mirage, she weaves her cocoon,
Shielding her heart from the harsh light of the moon.
Yet deep in the night, when the stars softly weep,
Nyoike dreams of freedom, of sorrows asleep.
She longs for the courage to face what is real,
To break from the chains of the numbing ideal.
But for now, she lingers in the world she's created,
Her heart softly yearning, her spirit sedated.
In the midst of illusions, she silently stays,
Hoping one day to embrace the genuine rays.
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