|
Faithless
by Brian Francis
How many times can I wake up crying?
How many tears 'til the well runs dry?
Phantasms emerge from the shadows of memory
Stalking my sanity with shivers and starts
Promises made yet never intended
Images merge, of other places and times.
How many words does it take for believing?
How far can you go without giving meaning?
A crenelated wall of half-truths can shield you;
Yet in the final measure they are nothing but lies.
Careful the path that you take through the valleys
Each step a risk you might slip in the truth
Pretend that you're perched on the peaks of honesty
While you wallow deep in the deception of lies.
Smiles that drip with the venom of disdain
Flicker across your pleasant facade
Concern a reflection of fears for one's self.
Compassion, a garment, worn for the fashion
The false image presented hides only truth
The eyes of the faithful see only the surface
Prepared and offered on the altar above them
The taint concealed for that moment in time.
12/07/2003 Posted on 12/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/11/03 at 04:54 AM this is wonderful. i have been having recent struggles explaining the concepts of truth and lies to someone dear. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/11/03 at 01:43 PM 'How far can you go without giving meaning?, Well, its a question every INDIVIDUAL is supposed to ask to himself and bring all the answers with in the periphery of questions. But as you have so rightly and rhythmically said 'The eyes of the faithful see only the surface', they all refuse to behave like an INDIVIDUAL. They decide to turn into a CROWD, ignorantly. After all whats common is normal in this common belief society. Hats off to the ANT COLONY. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/01/09 at 05:44 PM This is an amazingly accurate portrait of what it feels like to find yourself without faith, and the platitudes that others offer to try to make up for it.
|
|
