Great Breather who gives me each breath, each thought
and all, I suddenly admit my lies
also are you. So my fearful soul’s caught
abusing you as I do trustful eyes
of other lovers who track my actions,
seeing how I contradict smiling words.
How my darkened tongue’s contrived contraction
shoves me from reality to absurd
cells of isolation, psyche lying
helpless and alone, lost in despair’s black
cold. Tell me why my heart keeps relying
on masks and false mutterings? Why I lack
faith to simply say what’s true? Avoid sham
of who I seem? Show who I really am?
Roger Armbrust
June 13, 2010
