The amber waves of sharp regret,
Would pang their hearts and make them fret.
Then wash away their sandy trust,
And 'place it with a flat disgust.
Rendition's face seems so mundane,
Their great mistake? Their blind campaign.
They never saw nor used their eyes,
To see the tangled web of lies.
Would they have wept had they not known?
Thus is the thought I held alone.
Tis better me than them I say,
To suffer each and every day.
Is it evil, this trend of mine,
To spare them pain time after time?
Or should I break their innocence,
And always suffer dissonance?
My silence always torments me,
Yet confessing would set me free.
I'd never take that outside chance,
And I don't want to start that dance.
I see my faults and know my past.
No more hiding, nor running fast.
It's time to bare my heart and soul,
And dig myself out of this hole.
I'm sorry for this beast I've bred,
Created from the lies I've said.
I am merely shadows and dust.
Amen dear God, in whom I trust. |
Submission Name: Confido Veritas
