Illusions all around me

and I just cannot see.

Illusions are before me

and that's alright with me.

Illusions must be broken

and only then I'll know,

that life is real to me.

Illusions must be broken

like a dagger through my heart;

illusions must be shattered and then

I'll fall apart, and as those pieces

collect upon the grass,

I'll know within my  heart of hearts

that dream will fade at last.

The healing process steals upon me

at the break of day;

the healing process comes upon me

like a shadow in the way...

I can't scream at him, or it,

like a phantom from the past.

The pain right now inside my heart

is mine to own at last.

-  T. A. Pugh