Destined am I
to constantly believe
in those false truths
I know so well.
That love will find
its way into my life
whether I want it to or not.
But as that is a falsification
I know it can never be.
Within the echoing caverns
of my heart,
the sound of silence
will kill.
No truth has ever surfaced there.
It has never stopped its motion
for any fool, man or beast,
I cannot expect it to.
Being driven by farce
to care for one individual after another,
only to die a little more
as emotion is rejected.
Forced to watch them walk away,
as it deals with the fact
that it shall ever more be alone.
That is the only truth
it can freely believe in.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017