Illusion

I am trying all the keys tonight

to come out of the prison 

of my own thoughts 

to reverse the slamming of doors 

inside my citadel of inspiration

but this space is breaking up again

like a soap bubble world of illusion 

or a dream that is destroyed 

upon waking. 

Perhaps it was a hopeless cast

to believe that the world in my head

could be brought to life 

or be sustained out here where 

reality is a broken bottle 

ready to strike 

I need a blacksmith to 

make me an enchanted shield 

or you to stand between me 

and the shadows of anger 

that rise up from dark pools 

everywhere I look. 

I am trying to make myself

a magic sword out of words

it will shine like starlight 

in the presence of evil and so 

I will not need to make a shield wall

or have you watch over me 

when I am sleeping

because I will wake up 

weapon in hand and rise 

ready for battles.