The Dungeon of the Disillusioned.

My mind became a playpen
Inside my tiny friends.
We created more of us
in magic landscapes without ends.
 
My playpen became a world
as reality drifted further away.
I played in here for hours
but I got locked in one day.
 
My world became a dungeon
My friends are apparitions.
Love is but a mirage in a desert
of voices and visions.
 
My dungeon turned upside down
In a frantic search for the key.
Beneath broken parts and  
shards of heart lives the real me.
 
I know it's in here somewhere!
Why did I have to go and hide!
Perpaps the door can be opened
with help from the other side.
 
J.E.P Wilson.