What Is Truth
What is truth, Pilate asked the Lord
no reply to the depths from which it was torn,
is the how and why truth alone that opens doors
as that release unfolds to teach newer truths reborn.
There's your, there's mine
and somewhere in between
comes actuality out of the brine
and therein lies reality of what we glean.
Hidden in the silent shadows
lurks the reality of intent that matters.
and the occurrences lie un-disclosed
held in the mind and heart's un-rested repose.
At some un-intended point in time
it starts tugging, gnawing, consuming the mind;
it's feverish festering torments and ravishes every thought
with the pain, the memory, every torment once wrought.
When at last it is revealed
the fate of all perpetrators are revealed,
disclosure open to the me-too and the disbelievers
who cannot reconcile the lies told by so many deceivers.
In the open there is no escape
it's the truth not fake
and your truth and mine
exposes the real truth as it aligns.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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