Veno Veritas  By Danny Villarreal

My time seems to have started

A feeling of no fear

The strangest little causes

Draw me close and near.
 

 

This place I swear I've seen

Or been sometime before

Why do I want this burden?

Of devils at my door.
 

 

Are there answers?

Or questions to help me see

The way my fate is twisted

To suit these hidden needs.
 

 

Drop the thought you are holding

And grasp for anything real

Soon the time of mourning

Will be nipping at your heels

I feel a loss of self

an envelopment of my mind

Drawn beyond my means

But what am I out to find?
 

 

A loss of all that’s sacred

Dropped upon my head

I pray to empty hallways

In the houses of the dead.

-D

Like it or hate it you must agree

The only prisoners are you and I.

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