Escaping Reality

I’m too tired to tell another story About the pangs of reality of my barricading delusions and my spontaneous God given days A long wait ;A fat fate A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder. I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism. Am losing my creed hard as it seems, No need for innuendos and cover ups No gimmickry no false flags I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high. I have been punched and bruised Dead beaten and Ill stricken. I've been a witness to sordid days Happy years and bonfire nights I once asked Santa for maiden He told me " dude lets be serious" I won't even bother Cupid That naked winged baby wielding weapons who even crowned him an angel ? I've breached the rules Threshed on everything with a head full of pain Tried singing when broken Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems In my fantasies I probed for honesty , Paraded with veracity. But bliss is not a thing life guarantees And I know this is how life in its entirety goes. My imaginings are wilder, Might soon catch a banshee My nostalgias are inconsistent , And My health is really getting better Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana Or yet still rally on the Savannah I sought levity in the midst of debacles Only to find fury in endless spirals. I stumbled on a prose Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose. In my hands a pen a paper so I can write away my woes. recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.