Cave of Delusions

The flame was dim, but inviting all the same

It made the cave of my isolation more bearable 

I watched the light as it danced and flickered

Reached for the warmth

I imagined thawing my frozen heart 

Watched the shadows of my monsters perform across the walls 

I waited for the light,

imagining something so beautiful and warm

  I closed my eyes and dreamt of it,

how it would take the pain away 

But when I got to it, it was cold It was dark 

And it was not my monsters that I let play on the walls that killed me 

It was not the cold that froze my heart through 

It was the false hope that had lingered for so long 

Because the flame was nothing more than my own delusions.