PORTRAIT

The real of my imagination, I was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind, or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind errors, ecstasy of fantasy to better the bitter sensitive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volume of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, I rest my worst; ever since, to call for redemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free