Depressed Sanity

Wherefore comes life to
torment us with hopes and dreams that
seem true to a touch. So
real at first as to mat
in our beliefs of right
and truth, what is and is not.
One merely a daughter of things sought.
Gossamer images of light
corporeal only in our minds and heart.
And if one or both
are lost or torn apart
that nothingness that doth
eat the light, spawned in reality,
comes for our sanity!