A poem that plays with doubt relating to identity and belief. |
What abyss is there? In anything but doubt? Fleeting in it’s hold As I am but less devout While only mind can hear Unless it’s spoke aloud Just a shadow in a thought Needing heed for it’s surmount Distance, separation Maybe that is where it’s held Where truth has been abandoned And all of hope is but dispelled Where love is but a word Oh so easily withheld That we form into militias To wage in war as we rebel Tyranny, it calls To be our propaganda To tell us who we are Until we’ve grown into a slander The rules that they expel Are like chains we couldn’t handle And when the flag waves in the sky We salute to our commander The sins of our fathers The allegiance to a master So abused by its act We’ve found comfort in disaster So amused by the pact That war’s become our capture Life so easily expelled All existence is in a fracture Canyons opened up To the corruption of a cistern Poison is the water Yet we drink it as an intern Burning who we are Until we’re reduced to a cinder Shaming us from love Until all we are is a sinner Left within a cavern No means for our escape This darkness overbearing Blinding us in hate We wanted something else Yet our dreams have seemed to fade Till all that’s left is doubt With no hope for anything A simple cause to question To steal your will of life To keep you veiled from seeing Refraining you from sight To keep in fear of freedom So you will never fight For life is far more worthy When you’re basking in the light We have all been charged To be held to an account Convinced to fear the sentence In how our burdens will amount But if truth will bring us freedom Then we cannot do without For there is not a verdict In anything but doubt © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |