I tire of this facade

I tire of this facade
When shall I venture
To toss this mask
Of trite association

Where lies the destination
From here
Though loneliness I fear
Tis in loneliness 
I find my solace

All is quiet here
None do torment
But the demons in my head
And I allow them to tread
Within 

In this drunken release
I find a false feeling of peace
It tortures and strips me
Of all dignity 

What discontent is in me
I am lost in a flawed sense
Of reality

I seek too much
In the "goodness" of man
Tis all lost in striving
For whatever I can

And still tis far from enough
I am wrapped up in the stuff
The cords of desire
Wrap tighter and tighter

And no one satisfies
Not one is good

Why then am I surprised
When this jealousy in me doth arise
I pray your joy might enter my heart
And bring comfort to my soul

-Joshua Lee Foist