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