Marble Hunt

Me and my tinned lies, 
Pre-packaged masks, 
My porkie pies, 
We like to play 
Snakes and ladders 
To fill the day. 

And today I fear 
Having eyes that 
Do not peer, 
As once longing is gone, 
Life is no more 
A self-written song. 

So it is real; 
Afraid to sleep, 
I heal, but feel. 
Searching to find, 
The ultimate gain: 
Free reign of my mind. 

Oops! Another shunt 
Dents my skull 
On this marble hunt, 
Taking quick glances 
At my option 
To give no more chances. 

Confrontation with hope, 
Is a daily to-do, 
Oh, spare me the rope. 
Bombs away, 
In the closet; 
Screw this dismay!