Looking past the moon at the darkness
Between the stars, feeling a sway of silence
Setting into my bones, eating their way
Through my defences, missiles of inner
Dark destructions and machinations.
Delusional, I face the deluge, believing
I am one man who can be strong enough.
Time bends down and tells me I am
Made of big dreams and little substance.
Flippant arrogance, facing forward I fall,
Away from Reality’s cold bony fingers,
Into tales of grandeur and victory, telling
Myself that this is where I belong, between
Pages of a story that I beautifully orchestrate.
Here I can succeed, can rise above,
With little challenge to what I claim is mine.
Wistful smile upon my lips, sinking into a dream
Where I never will wake to face truth again.