Truth Hurts

Your love for the truth Awake and arise with eyes, Wet in a fleet moment’s worth Open, to see bewildering skies. A loud sigh cry in you to renew places where the search begins. With glimpse of tears that drew the coldest pondering inklings. Discerning fear alone in despair With bleeding hearts crumbling with the torn war atmosphere That has lost all means for living. Truth hurts like the fire of words Mindful furnace in many parts, Circumstances changing worlds Into shadows of unpleasant arts. In awe, we are drifting far away, Further from a state of humanity Down into the bloodiness of decay Where truthful reality is cold enmity.