The God of Faith and Force

[LandonWalsh]

Memories of truth flash and vanish. Mirrored in darkness he sits, clinging, drinking.

His hands tremble at the sight. Fright is what he feels as he holds his glass.

Just a few more moments and the feeling will pass. Feeling is what he holds.

It isn’t real, he’s told - Enough to conceal the look, the taste, the lie that he made.

“No! It’s… “He evades. Truth filters the room, to tell, to punish, to show.

Apropos, the light shines through his closed eyes. In panic he closes the blinds.

He has to show them his need, their guilt. He must lead! It’s their world he built!

Save within the tomb he kicks his chair across the room. His eyes dart – no one is there.

“It isn’t fair” He cries as he picks up his glass of lies and drops to his knees.

He tries to drink. Though the liquid gives him strength, all he does is think.

The memories return uninvited, breaking the lies of the unlighted tomb, and he looks.

There is nothing to drink. His lies brought to the brink shatter like the glass in his hand.

Then he parishes with the victims in his land, because there was no blood left in Man.

- Landon Walsh

Edited May 29, 2010 by LandonWalsh

[SapereAude]

I like it.

[LandonWalsh]

Note: "parishes" last line is Perishes. Also "Save" line 8 is safe. The poem is rough and I wrote it while having consumed vodka... lol

[LandonWalsh]

Its my first truly deep philosophical poem. I wanted to portray the emotional position and the end result of a rule of mysticism. The emphasis on feelings over fact, evasion over truth, and in the end the "parasite's" belief that his will should rule all of man. The poem is set at that breaking point where he the man of true guilt can no longer hide from who he is and what he has done because he has destroyed the whole of man and what it means to be human.