Truth - Poem by Jordon DeGroote
It's that dream,
that possibility-that beam
shining on our hopes, but leaving
us in the dark and we're left believing
it's better if we don't know it,
but we'd rather they show it.
It's the tug pulling you back,
the force pushing you into the black.
It's void strikes a chasm in us,
yet it's also what lies in the chasm
that makes us fear it, as if we must
know, yet it will kill us if we understand the spasm
of ourselves between curiosity and fear
that draws us close and near
to the fact itself.
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