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.
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