I have never wanted
to be wrong,
so badly
in my entire life.
There is no running
from this.
The truth
marks you,
forever.
What if there were
a way out of this?
Would you take it,
or take what you deserve?
Self defense
is always a fine line.
Life and limb
are as consumable to some
as a cup of coffee.
I swear, I fear
the Joker and the Judge,
more than all the
soldiers of God.
I know who they answer to.
I never knew
just how far this would go.
Take me for a fool
and you would recognize
parts of you
in myself.
We’re too close
to be otherwise.
I’m afraid
the truth is never satisfied.
Make me wrong.
Tell me
that I have been
crazy my whole life
and that there is
nothing to fear.
Who’s the liar, now?
.
I see you,
laughing behind your hand.
Judging me
with those eyes,
and you’re not wrong,
no,
you never were.
Dear God,
I hope I am.
HG – 2020
