The World of Illusion
where has it gone, that world,
which spilled hope and kindness,
where with every thought came,
nothing but eagerness to find,
what my tomorrow held to relish;
this world is not that, no it is not,
here, each step feels so unsure,
like a misstep of regret, to fret
for what all that seems is wrong.
did such a world once exist,
or was it an illusion, a mirage,
made by innocence of childhood?
(© 10th April 2016)