The locks that secure the doors,
the cement that holds the walls together,
cannot restore the freedom lost,
the backwards steps,
the fear of all we know.
Here in surrounded plight,
in light-less voids of separation,
all for the want of a secure thought,
that brings not security,
just an ambiguity.
Shells of layered woe,
each hurt and failure grow
within this husk, too rough to trust,
and too thick to allow freedom,
as now our sight is treason.
Views of life once held to heart,
fall from thought and start
to whittle away the past,
smoothing truth to ease the tension
of what and who we think we are.
Soon we become the illusion,
the made up souls we wanted,
rather than face the truth,
outside those walls and doors of ruse,
we flail in living quandary.
When did truth become so hard,
the dark passage of every shard of light,
turned to denial’s path,
a lack-luster stream of ineptitude,
just to hide our faults.
It seems so outrageous,
to become the limits of a shell of misery,
yet so many live this life,
denial and delusion guiding right
to paths of wrong and worse.
Honesty has wings,
and deceit brings nothing but pain,
and just a little bravery removes this bane
to freedom’s single call,
release from fear our all, our deliverance.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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