What the Truth could do

How hard it would be to say,
The only thing that could set me free,
And yet all it could have done is put me away;
The craving for the expression of one’s voice,
To be so barred from mere existence,
Just considering what the truth would do:
Lock you away, forever.

The simple yet singeing words,
Yet the way it soothes the heart,
Plunging deeper hitherto into nothingness:
Oh, despair,
How could you be?

Ignoring the charred body of one’s soul,
As all you lust for is the taste of its essence;
Confounded by its pure heinous nature,
And yet embraced it so whole,
Must you be, yes, oh so dumb.

Having doctored the once so evident image of its own,
All you could muster was, in fact,
A fabricated deception:
The truth within a lie.

How obscure you could be, ever,
Leaving me in a midst of doubt,
Fogged by all that once seemed so dear,
Do you, reader, comprehend,
The repercussion of the truth?
Do not let it get to you;
Nor will you allow it to clasp you so tight,
Till the whites in your eyes emerge,
Blinding you with absconded memory.

by simplewords
posted on 11/01/2009