Sworn

The blind faithful paths have their price

It is utterly haunting at times

I oft feel the chill of reality present

To feel as if, I‘ve outlived my usefulness

When one refuses to capitulate

To trespassers who nefariously adjudicate

Their own version of justice and truth

I’m punitively beset to a future of obliviousness  

To live each day as an unwanted lost echo

A mere heartbeat that mattered once long ago

Oh, the buried secrets I could spend

Would only buy pain and misunderstandments   

Truth, in the end, I alone was never enough

Nor could’ve ever been… my love

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Poet of the Light © 2023

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