Truth

We care about the truth,
Pure, plain, and simple.
But truth never is.
It’s dirty and complicated
And sometimes more shameful
Than a lie.
And truths to you

Are lies to me,
And our eyes do not
See the same colors.
We argue red and orange
Until we bleed purple
Rivulets that flow over each other,

Mixing and curing under our feet,
But we refuse to watch because we
Cannot concede our simple truths.
And we wonder how long
We will have to hold

Each other’s eyelids open
Until it’s finally clear--
Not realizing that our irises
Deteriorated years ago.

The truth has moved too far away now;
But we squint to see its blurry image
For a long, long time….

Until the wind tears at our pupils
And all we’re left with are empty

Black spheres, staring blind.