Somehow you see through the fog, <br />able to discern my falsehoods, my deepest lies. <br />Looking past the façade I’ve built, <br />keeping all my secrets safe. <br /> <br />Peering into this soul, by way of my eyes, <br />understanding why I’ve kept silent. <br />You have seen the empty look, <br />a blank stare, hoping to fool your perception. <br /> <br />Believing that I am shrewd, I mislead, <br />fabricating all that I am…to you. <br />But you perceive me as I truly am, <br />nothing more than a man, mortal and weak. <br /> <br />These hands as well fool you not, <br />but another betraying sign of reality. <br />As if a guiding light, drawing you near, <br />holding on to a dream, of indistinguishable dark. <br /> <br />My feet somehow take me from safety, <br />hastening to all that I dread, and take pleasure in. <br />A wanderer through the valley of doubt, <br />a pilgrimage unlike no other, ever. <br /> <br />But you see me, through my music, <br />serenading phantoms of my mind. <br />Composing rhymes to satisfy unknown demons, <br />which only I recognize, and accept as real. <br /> <br />From the “Shadows” I cry out in anger, <br />beating a drum heard by deaf ears, silent hearts. <br />Forever pulled into an abyss of uncertainty, <br />holding back the screams of divine enlightenment. <br /> <br />Yes, you see the real me, <br />a variation of the truth we seek. <br />A martyr with no one to persecute, <br />trodden by the only one that matters, you.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/betraying-signs/
