Delusion and Dream

Delusion departed with Dream, 

both grinning and beginning

an ominous groan 

that chilled me to the bone.

My dislocation developed 

from reaching out too far 

for that which was worth too little.

My poverty was that of the soul,

as if out my control.

I am left with me having to feel the next breeze,

warm or cold,

and having to watch the sun rise.

I am still here.