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False Savior

They whisper little lies,
dressed up as a truth
that will set you free.
It's a simple plan,
an easy fix.
You're broken, don't you see?

You moon about, in thrall,
and my words fall on deaf ears.
They pair you with a guide
who would snatch your freedom,
put you in a box,
neatly labeled.

You're kept apart from those
who would expose
this grand deception,
and so you give away your power,
your mind,
your future,
that they should mold you in their image,
like clay.

A drowning man
cannot see the ocean,
but from the shore
I watch you buffeted on the waves of untruth,
your would-be savior
an unwitting angel of death.
And though I dare not cover my eyes
or look away,
I cannot help a man who will not swim.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.


Jae Rose said...

The last line is very powerful..I think eventually the noise of false saviors loses its novelty..you see through it..but it takes a long, long time..loving someone as they drown must feel intolerable..i don't think i could have endured on the other side of the shore..

December 15, 2013 at 11:21 AM
Sabra Bowers said...

Lots of truth in your poem. Well wordled.

December 15, 2013 at 11:29 AM
Old Egg said...

Lucky indeed are the couple that walk the same path amicably. It is not that we are different but to be able to realize this and enjoy the difference without hurting the other.

December 15, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I'm watching the drowning first-hand, and it's ugly. Truly the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

December 16, 2013 at 11:53 AM
Alice Audrey said...

This is what happens when the need to believe is stronger than the need for truth.

December 16, 2013 at 10:12 PM

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