Hating the Truth

blind to truth

We hate the truth
for whatever we love
in its place. We cling to
invalid beliefs because
we can not bear the idea
that we have been fooled,
that all we believe was a lie.

Without the lie, who are
we? Like a house of cards,
our existance collapses in
the rubble of trickery. We are
left exposed, battered, unsure.

When truth benefits us, we
love it. When it rebukes,
we hate it but, in the end,
truth is all we have.

We are so set in our minds as
to what exists and what
doesn´t, that we leave not
room to explore the possibilities
that are all around. Blind fools
are we to the layers of life.

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8 Responses to Hating the Truth

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  2. jasonbladd says:

    We must always search for truth.


  3. Reblogged this on annjohnsonmurphreeauthor and commented:
    Outstanding…both visual images and imagery throughout the poem. AJM


  4. dykewriter says:

    I am facing the truth of my ability to lie to myself

    it’s a bitter flavour


  5. Hikari Yori says:

    🙂 True that truth is what we only have, Pat, and you have expressed it well


  6. dobriensd says:

    Reblogged this on Two Emotions and commented:
    A beautiful poem.


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