Hard To Know The Truth Poem by Gerry Legister

Battling with sword tongue and kind heart,
to know the promises I might have broken.
It's hard to recall the Eros fought,
by unkind things loosely spoken.
Now keeping a watch with eyes widely open.

It's hard to know stories beyond the lie,
Truth that was rare and fantasy that bear
fruits of scoundrels in stories of beauty,
making rattling sounds chaos in the air
by trapped wind mutiny in the atmosphere.

It’s hard to know beyond scores of grief
if people are telling the truth with a slant,
too bright to surprise too dumb for our belief.
Consistently mending powers of reverse,
matters arising with entangled nerves.

The muzzled truth gradually comes
with body language the explanation kind,
finding success in the circus of lies
if learning strangers or friends were blind,
and tell all they want truth cannot be denied.

Prayer brings penitent to my chastening soul
caught as a prize the vanity in baiting traps,
turn on my wild back into a new world,
hope plough through shrieking wrenches
and spurn those howling trenches.