Delusion

Dragging a ragged cloud of changed addresses and broken trust
Stumbling away from forgettable months
Defensively clinging to the name of a ghost
That stares accusingly from mirrors -
Salvation lying forever around the next corner
Past obstacles best left til tomorrow
Eyes fixed on images that might be mirages
On the horizon, out of arm's reach -

Unwilling to face those left behind him,
In fear cold and nameless and dark.
Teeth bared at the morning to snarl at the wind
As empty an action as always it was -

To run on the knife’s edge without looking back
Unable to look forward without chancing a slip
Caught in the moment by self-preservation
Forced to live each day as it comes -

A dream turned nightmare come true.