Illusion

“If I Could Touch My Illusion”

I took a moment inside a deep thought

How dirty this world is to me

It has burdened me with heavy chains

I need to touch my illusion to set myself free

I’ve laid on a concrete slice of sidewalk

Breathing cold air while I counted the stars

Footsteps and sirens ringing in my ears

The buses breathe and smoke from the cars

My eyes were burning in the air where I lived

And long lines to a meal with your image lost

Getting help for a situation complicates a coffee break

Take a number and wait, for my sanity is the cost

I walk the streets with the other abandoned souls

Anger and outbursts the statues don’t understand

A parade of eyes are judging the show

No one is willing to lend a helping hand

My world lies side by side with the plight of others

Frustrated and alone with angry eyes and tears

Knowing that tomorrow will come around again

Increasing the anxiety in all our fears

Depression is such a weight laid upon my soul

With an income needed, I stepped into the fold

Many trips to the edge of an empty hope

Forward and up, then to crash with my heart cold

There were few and far between the lines 

Of any kind of help for an attempted suicide 

Treated in a safe place for a week or so

Then street them to their rerun and then let death decide

An unwanted journey or a want to destroy

Everything that leads me to sadness

If I could touch my illusion I would never be again

Another time and place to escape into madness.