Life was
time served because
everyone he knew
was struggling
too make due
with the ignorance
their existence
had been imbued
with.

A state of jail like isolation
when he was facing
a stupid population
with no ability to
think or adapt to
new information.

Not a prisoner
in his mind
he would
summon her,
the dark beautiful
summer dancer,
an illusion
to calm the pain
and confusion.

In states
of sick delirium
his cage could not
define or confine him
as he flew to
a mental magisterium.

Lying therein sharing
a dream space
with his imaginary queen
he would listen to her sing
forgetting everything.

To bad and sad to say
that one cannot stay
in such elevated space
without losing touch with
the real world.
So, his mind lapsed
and passed the last
moments of his mentally
bruised and blistered existence,
finally happy in another reality.