The Circle of Illusion

Missing someone feels almost like a sin,
A restless echo stirring deep within;
The mind still wanders through what is not there,
Chasing a shadow floating in the air.

Surrounded always by illusions bright,
Mistaking dreams for something real in sight;
Then comes a blow so sudden, hard, and deep,
That breaks the heart and shatters fragile sleep.

Falling so low it feels close to the death end,
As if no strength remains the soul to mend;
Yet strangely, rising from that wounded ground,
A foolish hope returns, stubbornly found.

And there again the heart begins its role
A stubborn dreamer in a fragile soul.