Truest Evil

Truest Evil

Waking, as we must,

To my own reality,

The mirror reflects a sadness

In the face of my own evil.

How, at times, I rejected love

From this man and that man

This woman and these children.

There is nothing more evil

Than these negative actions.

Part of this story

in understandings wake,

Is how I poisoned myself

With food, with alcohol, with sex

That proved no love to me.

I still desired this expensive life

Where all was needed

Became acceptance of my soul,

Which is truth to every person.

Now, I try to find amends

With each person where none

Betrays the folly of my quest.

Some victims killed themselves

Or cried until the tear-soaked sheets

Took days to dry,

Just as my own became a desert.

So, I am left befuddled as a liar

Who cannot find his way

Into a story that saves himself.

From his own awakening

Of self-induced harm,

That others now see,

At distances they keep,

Protecting themselves

From whose false betrayals

They might, themselves, experience.

Barry G. Wick

https://agereasonmistake.blogspot.com

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