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.