The Conundrum Of Pandemonium Poem by John Sensele

At times I wonder why pain
Seems to metamorphose into strain in Spain
Turning right, turning left
I absorb a blow in my chin cleft
Dodging dangers dangles no fruit
Even when I decline to invite a recruit
Into bumps, camps and mumps of misery
Invaded by minds immersed in usury
I believe I can avoid
If only to vanquish the void
In which day and night I toil
For my gears to float a little oil
Poured forward, drawn backwards
Much as I engage the gadget gear to move towards
The prize I believe to be mine
When third parties my life they undermine
Tearing my fabric asunder
As they ignore what is good for the gander
Nourishes my welfare
Although I wish to declare
Life grows pointless
When efforts invested at great cost prove fruitless
Why then do I live
To waste my time and grieve
When rejoicing should be my portion
Promised by investments I made in the promotion
Of the future I deserve
Relying on no one's preserve
But my life lingers
Fate flatters fingers
Which point the way
I should proceed to fly away
To the land where I shall suffer no more
For recalcitrants to bask in their folklore
Where they'd swim in milk and honey
Partaking in a truculent tourney
That delects their whims
Actualizing success if God permits dreams
In which I'll never partake
If only I could correct the mistake
I made to believe the world could play fair
Reflect and elect to take care
I should live and let live
If society could forgive
The blunder I made to come to this party
In which I consign no piety
Making no further commitment
To fly into the firmament
Where I no longer belong
Considering a reply been too long
And my mind is made up
I'm read to toss the cup
Brimming with despair
Which I'm no longer able to repair
No matter how I do
Because it is so true.