Poetry by Greg: Truth

Greg Palmer

Truth

It seems I can’t avoid the complications of the truth,

I’m tortured by the thoughtless as the world saps at my youth.

Surrounded by the stupid the careless and unkind,

Targeting my persona, my character and my mind!

Seeing all these faces, walk a world they cannot see,

I’m picking out the few who would mean something to me.

The rest I leave as flawed, condemned to walk alone,

Full of broken stitches; in a life that’s poorly sewn.

Walking in the darkness I’m making my own light,

Lighting up a smile as I draw my sword to fight!

I protect the ones I Love but do I sacrifice the rest?

To my Angels grant me strength; so that I may do my best.

I fear my inner Daemons the voices stir inside,

A beast that’s full of Anger and from this I cannot hide.

It’s a fight I face alone; no army guides my hand,

I must be strong within myself if I am to make a stand.

I swore that I would win; I promised I would live,

For I was told that in my heart I’ve so much left to give!

I have good friends around me, not blinded by the lie,

They offer good advice as they hope to see me fly.

I think someday I will, I’ll fly high above the cloud,

I’ll take my life to Heaven and make my Mother proud.

I feel her now beside me, she whispers in my ear,

Speak the Truth no matter what, you have nothing to fear.

So I’ll take your complications, and always speak the truth,

Bring forth insensitivity and I’ll fight you for my youth.

The Stupid can remain so; bring on the careless soul,

I have a life to live, and living life is now my Goal…!

By Greg J Palmer, November 22nd 2006

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