One Last Illusion

Last Illusion

In hours of helpless rage

Razors cut through your heart,

Fear claims its toll

For your right to be afraid,

Your right to dig for answers

With bleeding fingers.

You live in this prison

Of deceitful hope

With Death’s patience

And yet – still you dice with God

For one last illusion.

Isn’t it very strange, how we want to trust? Trust life, trust love, trust other people, trust our own judgement... even when we know we might be wrong... we still want to hold on to the illusion that everything is okay.
The Illusion can be sweeter, more flattering and evoking peace in our hearts. But the moment the die is cast , it can lead to a rather painful experience. But always to growth... we become stronger, eventually. I do believe that. And I have experienced it, too.