Truth
What terrifies me the most?
What do we have time for?
Perhaps a prost…
To all the things beautiful
and decomposed
The truth
Yes, it is the truth, I suppose
What if I know?
How the knowing horrifies me so
Knowing all the things that knowing shows
Mostly devastation because
the truth is rarely a rose
What if I see?
Awaken to all the images that have haunted me
Gun fire in a city that never speaks
Living out sin for the secrets we keep
A virus to wipe out all of humanity
A friend I see slipping into an endless sleep
The people,
Are they people?
That reach out and weep…
For a final word, a last goodbye
Regrets leaving imprints
In my mind’s third eye
What if…
I stop begging to be loved?
Would you abandon me?
What if I accept that I really don’t matter
and I leave?
I am tired of being invisible
I want to be seen
Would it even matter?
Would you notice at all?
Would you catch me, before I fall?
To all the what if’s and the questions I have posed
Yes, it is the truth
that frightens me the most.
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