Sightless

Losing sight of what is truth and what are lies.

Sadness invades my soul,

Hopelessness enters my mind.

There’s nothing I can do,

No dreams or future do I behold.

Just the pain of seeing,

What most would try to hide.

To ignore what is real,

Amongst all their lies.

Seeing through the illusions,

That others have cast.

Blinding ignorance is such bliss,

‘Till it is lifted.

Then the illusions slowly fade,

Until all that is left,

Is the truth shining true.

Doubts quickly cloud my mind,

Whether or not I am seeing the right thing,

Or if it is another illusion I have created?

To keep me sane from committing suicide.

Other questions quickly enter my head,

Is this who I really am?

Is this what I really want?

How do I know this is the real thing,

And not just another hellish nightmare?