"You are weary. I know this well,
Your bones have borne the weight of trust,
Of honor’s brittle, aching shell,
Crushed beneath betrayal’s dust.
You resist, yet I remain,
A whisper woven into night,
Not as force, nor cruel disdain,
But wisdom clothed in quiet might.
Why strain against the road ahead?
Why battle truths already known?
The fire of conviction fled,
And left you hollow to the bone.
I do not bid you turn nor kneel,
I merely light the path you tread,
No lies, no chains—just what you feel,
The knowledge truth has long left dead.
Step forward, if you wish to see,
To shed the burden faith bestows,
And slip, as all before, like me—
Into the void where wisdom grows."
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Author:
The Inner Lens (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There are those in this world who seek to convince you that truth no longer exists—that it is fluid, shaped by perception rather than reality. They weave uncertainty into absolutes, blurring the line between deception and understanding. The most wounded souls perceive the world through the jagged shards of a shattered mirror, where every reflection is distorted by pain and fractured memories.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Philosophical this poem reaches for certainty a most interesting write
That's an interesting take on the difference between perception and reality, one to make you think, enjoyed the read
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