Trapped By Truth

Posted by James Hahn on

The Truth haunts me in the dark
has kept a hold and left his mark.
Black and still
both heart and mind
grasping, searching, wanting.

Leave all behind and walk away
no God, no Truth, the voices say.
tears run cold
down cheeks of steel
wanting, needing, fading

Light is near but felt not seen
suffering makes the senses keen
an empty space
a template blank
fading, waning, breathing

No escape, to whom shall I go?
face, facade nothing to show
keep up the dance
step back in line
breathing, crying, running

Inescapable snare with death like hold
escape is death and flesh grown cold
held until the fever goes
the nails and wood are kissing
running, resting, living

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