Withholding Truth

Morgan Sennhauser
Poem
A poem (I guess) about searching for truth
2007
Last revised: N/A

Withholding Truth

I fly about the gold field, entranced with its smooth sweet breath.
Calming every nerve, it unknowingly relieves all pain.
I am defenselessly drawn to its beauty and comfort from always longing for the touch.
Only with the fictitiously prehensile thoughts of my mind can I reach out and embrace this spectacular divinity
The indissoluble shackles of truth and common decency, bind my hands, while watched in contempt
Pausing in mid-flight, I slowly retreat into my world of time-tempered thought
The mind was willing, and yet reality restrained
As reality persists, I remain self-contained