Sheltered

Snuggled in my liar composed of reason's transparencies

surrounded by all my surreal murals of denial,

closing my eyes when seeing any gap

that exposes the world outside.

 

Discomfort stabs from sensing my conscience

shrouded in a mourner's robe

while lying and wasting away in my closet

where I hide fake reality's trophies.

 

Sometimes a bird of fancy flees

running into a wall of excuses.

I slowly drift off to lethargy's coma

grateful it gives me a reason not to learn how to fly.