Crumbling delusions

Happiness and joy
Running wild and rampant
Freedom to breathe
This kingdom of will.
Built around a keystone
Of delusion and lies

At first just a crack
Thin as hair
Along the edge
Just a minor dissapointment
A daylong setback
Filled with introspection
Emptied with tears.

The foundation is strong
Happiness still exists
Though the fracture continues
To grow and web out.
Second guesses
Along with some doubts
But all is well
Delusional and bliss

Time moves on
For good and for bad
The crack remains
Like a sore in your mouth
A subtle reminder
Of buried emotion
And hidden memories

Pieces fall off
The foundation is weak
These crumbling delusions
Once a beautiful wall
Protecting. Comforting. Relieving.
Now a heap of ruins
Choking on dust
Of the past regrets
These crumbling delusions
Too weak to deceive.

Naked and alone
Exposed to thought
Weathered by experience
Hardened by necessity
Crumbling delusions
Of happiness
Of safety.

Such is this life
With nothing to blame
But these childish thoughts
Juvenile dreams
Fundamentally flawed
And tragically ended.