Gnomic

he is but a pain inside my soul
terror races through my veins
absolution lets me free
to the dark inside, too close
he is but a whisper
of once uttered promises, dreams
faith lifts me as I yearn
reality slams me down
into the recess of truth i always knew
he is but a mirror image of what
he has seen
as his father, he hurts, he yearns
nothing to unbind him
free him to the peace he longs for away
from the pain he inflicts
he is but a figment of my imagination
no one can be as bad as that
shoves me to the floor
its not something i've felt just what
i've experiences
he is

November 27, 2001