Paranoid Poem by DM W

I sense voices, but perceive no angels.
I smell violets, but only glimpse spectres.
I crave sweet fruit but its taste is bitter.
Where are the lost, sovereign kingdoms of light?
Where's the guide that will take me by the hand?
Where's authentic love in a sordid age?
Why are these flowers crushed by the doorway
That leads to a new dawn? I wish I knew.
O I wish I cared! But lately life's torn,
Dishevelled circus leaves me cold and scared.