The Fanciful Dream

It burns me,
The pain sears my soul.
There is a part of me
That will never heal,
Never feel free,
Never feel alive
And whole again.

The wrong that was done unto me,
The agony that I have felt
And which still exists deep within,
Can this be forgiven?
Can this be explained?

Why my love?
I cannot understand.
Was my love not enough?
Was my heart and soul not enough?
Carrying your unborn child,
Was that not enough?

Why would you want to go?
You swore that we were forever.
I believed you.
Why go before
Our finest creation,
Our firstborn child,
Why go before
She has looked
Into your eyes?

Sense, it does not make.
My heart and soul,
All they feel is the emptiness
And all it does is ache.

How am I to be?
What do I see,
When at you l look?
Can I trust those eyes?
Can I believe those lips,
When they say forever?
Or is it just a lie.
Do you secretly long
To be gone?
Out of my life
And this world.
Never to return?

How am I to know?
What is the truth
Of what I see?
Is it all a fanciful dream?
Or is it real?
Real as the ache in my heart
When I believed you were lost to me?

What is reality?
What is insanity?
Or is it all the fanciful dream?