Fly by Night

Something stirred me in the night; my slumber perhaps blinded me
Mind fatigued by insomnia, I roamed the plains of deep unknown.
I refused to know the truth, and consequently could not see
That true emotion he failed to grasp, and unto me had not been shown.

At first, his worth seemed monumental, leaving others in the dust.
Most did not dare to set foot in vicinities he chose to rule-
In fact, he claimed that all he did was flawless and entirely just.
If only I had seen the fault, before he trapped me, as a fool.

And captured I was, at least for a while-that is, before I realized
That words were pains inside themselves, but possibly, not all were true.
Each day I sought this revelation, and not only with my eyes
For I sensed darkness all around, and seeds of it in his heart, too.

Perhaps he thought I could not think for myself, and recognize
That psychosis crept around his conscious mind, and grew in might-
It decimated any hope that could be sought inside his eyes.
Unknown to him, I knew of his flaw-and planned to fly from him by night.

This flight was easy to concoct, but less than that to execute:
My nightmare culminated still, and gnawed away at my esteem.
Luckily, I understood that if I did not learn, he would
Teach me to stand alone in ways of violence. Obscene

Was his middle name, and so I fled from him-in spite of threats, and more.
I conquered all the demons he had tried to plant. Insane with rage,
He came at me, bellowing the lies I’d heard so much before
But somehow I had got away, and earned the chance of a brand new page.

A whole new life, carved for myself, just waiting to be jumped into.
With exuberance I opened my eyes, rushed to the light with joy and zest:
The years I’d suffered from his lies were at an end-and so I flew.
For if I gained but just one thing, it’s this: Honesty is always best.