The Time Has Come To Tell the Tale
The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale…
As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now
My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life
Of a good man, an honest man, and what would this world need with that?
We’re built on lies from the foundation up and there is no room for an honorable man
Led by the hand we’re all parts in the play, pieces to a puzzle still unbuilt
We take our pain like the victors to the grave, though our silence must be broken
Unspoken words may rhyme, but will it be enough that you can read between the lines
Grasp the meaning to the vagueness as it is spelled in black and white…
The never-ending trauma of past events that have done far more harm than good
No lesson learned, no explanation ever given, no apologies ever offered or accepted
And the pain again returns to haunt me, because I know things would not be the same
And what difference it all makes now is the battle I continue to fight each day
Few chances given, even fewer taken, so many risks I have never run
Where has loyalty ever gotten anyone, in this day and age where deeds die with the day?
Held back by the inhibitions that were inbred into my way of thinking…
Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2013
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