Web of fantasy

The usual was a bitter struggle
And there was biting pain
Making a world of his own was
The only way to remain sane

The lone spider's spin
The hero of his webbed retreat
The web - his life's outpouring
That satisfaction his worthy gain

The self appointed erudite scoffed
and dismissed this as unreal
How does this fantasy web, they said
reflect suffering of the humane

They, ensconced in their unreal comfort were
Morbidly eager to experience the ghastly reality
But he who truly knows what that means
For ages has silently suffered this pain

They glorify his reality
Deluding themselves to his bemusement
But he has lived "their" reality and
Wants no reminders of his bane