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Each day I try to hide
The man I am inside
The world must never see
The truth that hides inside of me
So, this façade I have built
To hide my tide of guilt
I try to keep my shame in check
Because my name I must protect
My weakness and my strength
Do battle and at length
These wars all end up in a tie
My truth covers up my lie
On the day of my death
When I've drawn my last breath
Will the truth then be revealed?
Uncover what has been concealed?
Some truths you will never know
My covered tracks will not show
The skeletons that I've hid
The rotten things that I did
The molestations,
The protestations
I admit that I did it
Yet so cleverly I hid it
Now you want to skin my hide
Well at least nobody died
There's something else on my side
None of them even cried
What will the world now think?
Just how low did he sink?
I won't be here to tell
I will be somewhere in hell.
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Author Notes
I wrote this poem some time ago, but after reading about the recent scandals involving the Southern Christian Church leaders I felt that I just had to post his poem. While the art only seems to point a finger at Priests, it is clear that no religious denomination is without blame. Thank you to Renate-Bertodi for the excellent art piece: Emigraziyi
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