gerrylegister

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 the faces 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