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The facts denied
Nothing is sacred, I've forsaken all decorum,
There are no longer words I'd avoid saying
In a public forum.
All meaning is lost,
It has been spent on words less dear,
So now it shouldn't matter what I say
It would not be worth your time to hear.
I have said so many things,
Bared so much what of my soul is left,
I've given you so much of me in words bereft.
Now I feel their loss when
In empty messages I impart
The seedy interior of this brothel-
My heart.
It's a wonder to me as I'm sure it is to you
Why and how I reject myself competely,
Why defending my dignity
Is something I no longer feel the need to do.
It started with the drive to reveal
What had been so long obscured,
Sentenced to the darkness,
Which in its silence I trusted
More than being heard.
Now I've revealed the contents of my soul,
There isn't much left to hide.
I don't know the meaning of discretion
No that there's nothing unknown inside.
The only territory yet untrod
Is a mystery yet to see
To anyone but God,
For whom I choose to tell
My heedless truths and lies
Is missing the more there is to me
That in my selfless exposure
Escapes even the most focused of eyes.
The veil of enigma has been drawn aside,
Only to trade silence for stories,
The facts denied.
