Portrait of Delusion

Trapped within his own mind
A maze, wide and dense that was
Its walls thickened with layer after layer
Of his own dissonant thoughts
Naive and witless, time after time
He had crashed hard into them all
The scars all over his bruised self
Like souvenirs from a long battle

Allured by many temptations
Deceived by their empty vows
For long, shackled in dark he’d been
Reeking of gloom and despair
The more he’d struggle to run away
Faster the hope of freedom would fade
As they’d tighten their piercing grasp
And slowly benumb his feeble resolve

Shadowed by conflicting beliefs
Who wrangled amok day and night
Wandering helpless, he had spent his life
Within this dark and desolate maze

Now, sitting by the riverside
With eyes soaked in tears
The old man stares at his reflection
As the memories of his woeful past
Outline the portrait of delusion

He wonders why has it taken so long
To awaken and see the truth as it was
For in his own hands, lied his fate
In his own heart, lied the path…

Glossary:

dissonant: disorderly, incoherent
witless: foolish
souvenirs: a reminder of a past event
shackled: imprisoned
benumb: to numb
shadow: surround
wrangle: to fight
desolate: abandoned