Reality

Shocking Red
Harsh reality may be
In streaks of
Darkened souls
Prayed deliverance from such
As we may want
Yet hungry spirits
Claws at fault
We seek in vain
The happiness
That some
So blessed in their lives
Been given
Yet fail to recall
How mother told
The tale of life
In itself
The cynism we face
By day
And weariness we see
By night
Examples as such
Some choose to ignore
For wanting they
Not of light
Except bliss in
Cold lonesome darkness
By which time follows...
The illusions they weave
In and out of threads
Of flawless beauty we see
Yet seeing is one
And reality is another
The cold harsh facts
Some face
Like waking up by
A smack on the face
I am now forced to see,
Of how the jesters dance
And play
To hide life's irony
Life is not a bed of roses
Yet we stubbornly refuse to see
On how these choices we must pay
In cold plain misery.