I write...
because I’m commissioned.
Morality is calling,
demanding decisions
as I’m falling deeper;
no longer commanding my responses,
as unconscious actions
slowly infiltrate my public psyche.
And though my intentions were to escape
what I know to be true,
guilt changes my chosen view
so that truth
will haunt me into submission,
demanding me to do
the right thing,
regardless of its unpopularity.
And while blindness would be
a welcome gift,
I am left with
an uncomfortable clarity of vision!
Seeing everything
as it truly is,
uncut and uncensored,
in full 3D reality
within ten feet of my backyard.
And being forced to face a reality
I can no longer disregard,
I witness the horror
of man’s cruelty to man
with eyes… wide… open!
And although hypocrisy dictates
this terror remain unspoken,
I am forced to view the replay
within the movie in my mind
until I find a way
to reveal what I feel
to others,
finally releasing me,
from my responsibility
of truth.
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An Excerpt from :
Fabric of Life
© 2004 John M. Swails
All Rights Reserved




John


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