The Driftwood #25: Poetry Corner

Condemnation and desolation,
No domain for a single sensation.
The illusion a single dream,
Nothing is as it really seems.
Run, run as fast as you can,
But you will never outrun your shadow.
Between the lines of reality and fantasy,
The soul is ultimately hollow.
Condemnation and desolation,
But you always have a friend.
Sympathetic hearts surround you,
And your life never truly ends.