Truth be Told

Bad day
anxiety and panic a cloak
from Houdini.
Belly full of ache
and head abandons control.
I rue the day and ride
with the restless night,
dreams and visions are my reins.
Through the stars,
into the stratosphere, I am
trailing some unknown.
I would cleanse myself of knowledge
I don't want,
truths which ring
too loud and last too long,
deafening the twang of denial.