Reality Visit Poem by Dennis Mzwakhe Pitso

Wall painted with confusion
In the mist of fun, I senselessly tornished my vision
Actions building a cage of night-terror
Dreams escaped with a view that sleeping is a chronic error
With no page to sketch on, the potrait reflected my imperfection
Journey wristful like jazz, it taps in my restless soul leaving pain prints
Reality, a sharp needle... damn my solid heart left pierced
Fate fought by choices with no latex but still my destiny cursed
In an attempt to find meaning, I percieved soul-search as a road of misery
Road with no guidance, only multiple potholes so the path left a car carrying my wary dreams wreckless
Memory aroused by catastrophic events, I seem to regret what I mostly cannot forget...mutually denying myself 'self-forgiveness'
Own character abandoned for the sake of fulfilling my appetite
Fears burried by an intent to cease to exist or overcome barricade
Every split second prone to be an affair with my hindsight
Proximity to hell remains a tiny gap, to my satisfaction I marry blindsight