[ Backs ] Poem by Garathe Den

How do you not acknowledge truth?
You simply turn away
Appalling is the thought
And yet it happens everyday
I wish I had the nerve
But I just could not say
All the things I wanted to
Would never be relayed

The quicksands of ambition
Avoid the confrontation
Let the fool prevail
Without challenging damnation
Watching their destruction
Their absence of creation
Washing from my hands
As it bloodies up the basin

Could have spoke the truth
Could have rose to challenge
Could have tipped the scales
In the hopes of bringing balance
Instead I remain silent
Watching without valiance
Too weak to speak release
And mesmerized by malice

Who am I really
If I don't walk in love
Willing to watch assassins
Quench their fill of spilling blood
With the option just to speak out
Rather then standing numb
Seeing life unravel
And I, it's silent judge

Still, I see
And still I remain silent
Still, I gleam
At this display of violence
Flashing right before my mind
And I am not defiant
An audience entertained
As the lusting of a tyrant

Truth again evaded
By the turning of my back
Left to consequence
And it's unending wrath
Every step that I have taken
Has been upon the worn paths
For all have turned their backs
Against the courage that they lack

Too ashamed to be acknowledged
Too fearful of reproach
Too much comfort in their lives
To all that they devote
That to swim against the current
Is a struggle to their soul
Besides, what is life
If you're not in control

You see, power is enticing
And let's just all assume
That these paths we walk in comfort
Have all become quite smooth
At such little inconvenience
That I know what I'll choose
But I could never say for sure
‘Cause then, I'd have to face the truth

© GaratheDen
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