Truth Hurts Poem by Paul Jonathan Stertz

God! The bridge is out up around the bend-
Can't anyone else see how this will end?
I warn; they laugh, and careen and cajole-
Until they plunge headlong into that black hole.

Having a glimpse of what will happen ahead
Is worse than not knowing, and fills me with dread.
Like a bad dream that came in the dead of the night,
As futile as thinking: 'I hate being right.'

If a tenth of all wisdom were imparted my way,
I should die from the price I should have to pay.
Truth shakes her head baring sharp bloody fangs;
Perspective glares hungry in the dark where it hangs.

The more that I know, the harder the truth;
I long for the ignorant days of my youth.
Knowledge is pain; It's black and white.
Understanding is hurting; I hate being right.