A Little Conceit

What can I say that hasn't been said?
Words will not get it right.
Defy the convention.
Break the taboo.
Speak or stay silent,
they will label it how they will.

Was it a gift or something I stole?
Sweet delusion
or something more?
I would keep my truth
though I ignored the prophecy
written in my own hand.

And here at the end
I'm bereft of answers,
with no right to know,
though I scan my sources,
taut with expectation
and my mind in tatters.

Dead men don't tell tales
so we have to make them up,
lest we go mad.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday and for M.A.