Truth
I didn't want the truth. I already knew the truth.
Still, I screamed for it, begged for it.
I wanted to be worng. The truth I thought I surely knew.
Still, Time stood paralyzed in it, I was lost in it.
Confirmation is not victory, only clarity.
Replaying the altered realities bound in lies.
Take it away.
The truth I can't unknow.
Detroyer of today and the yesterdays.
Rewriter of tomorrow.
I didn't want the truth.
I wanted to be wrong.
This poem is about:
My family
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