Morsel Of Truth Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

A boundless bounty, grace,
When I was in famishing hard,
Me granted a morsel of truth!

Eye-opener, hardly ajar,
The truth did my palate amazed,
A foretaste of derelict crumbs!

I baulked, I revolted, I durst!
Although the truth rescued me
From dire famine of neglect,

I cried: I would rather depart
From this world than bite a spiky truth! -
A sinister, mean outcome.

The merciless morsel of truth
Drove home my languid unrest...
However, the bitter is blest!