Where white lies become black truths,
Awareness justification
For keeping away the darkness.
I reveled in the adventure of discovery.
You have no idea what it’s cost me.
Like a starving corpse-vulture
Drifting on a warm current,
Hot eyes lined with blood
About to let out a scream of despair.
I feel dark descend.
Where were the little beacons
of pure joy and contentment
That lasted for a few seconds?
Passed into memory.
Without confirmation,
hope lingers long beyond
The point of being useful.
The world is complex.
Right and wrong depend
On who is viewing
And who is viewed.
I have meaning.
Deaf, dumb, blind, and
Crawling face down
Through a sea of mud
I strike something else,
I am not alone.