Admitting that I’ve been wrong
is the easy part,
it’s moving on
that causes me to pause.
For all my flaws
show a different reflection
and I don’t know
the honest from the fraud.
I’ve worn many masks
to hide my weakness.
Said many things
I knew were never true.
Served appetites
best suited for a devil
and even lost my head
a time or two.
Beautifully tragic?
No, I don’t think so.
I’ve never had the hope
to lose the cause.
Loveable anti-hero?
Ha! That’s compensation.
‘Cause I don’t know
the honest from the fraud.
One day I’ll just ask God.
HG – 2016
