Truth

Truth, I spin in a circle
May I be unbroken
You can't get in.
Doesn't that anger you?
In your pompous ploy
To psychoanalyze,
To make yourself seem
Superior and sensible
And the rest of the world

Weak and will-less--
To be exposed,
Burnt away like
Mist after rain
On selected Sundays,
You forget that Truth
Is just a mirror
Showing the Self
To the Self-
Like to Like
Uncluttered by deception.

Lies, like weeds, wind
Their way into the cracks
In the defenses we rear
To protect us from ourselves.
Words, mis-spoken and mis-heard,
Breaking codes, unknown, like
Trip wires that ambush
Relationships, lay like bloated
Corpses, victims of
Disasters unnatural
To smell and taint
Even Truth.

And so love dies
Faith.....fades
And options disappear
Like youth in middle age
To be replaced by remorse
And resignation,
A bird, earthbound
That used to soar
To all the high places
Light and laughter used
To take us.

Are they just
Disconnected memories,
Or do they add up to
Something?
At what point,
In this quest to label
All the shades of
Darkness,
Do you lose your
Hold on Light?