Gruesome veracity poetry

False Tranquility

The intricate twists and turns of thousands of millions of thoughts,
scalding my mind with vicious uncertainty.
Unknown possibilities strangling every action.
Every cause and effect swirling like a storm of anguish,
ripping around the edges.
Scraping and tearing away optimism and hope.
Did they even exist?
Is the good of the world we perceive nothing but an illusion to distract from our pitiful existence?
The anthem of all our insignificant cries ring throughout the night
silent, sorrowful, suffocating.
The unspoken truths we are never to address....
Rules enforced by every one of us in Unison...
For if we swallow our pride, and dismiss everything society makes us believe:
who we are supposed to be,
What to think,
... And face the truth....
relentless pain of our
hauntingly helpless, heartless lives is too much to handle.
The pain that is paired with humanity.
In every one of us.
there is no escape.
Freeing yourself from the shackles of life is an incredible impossibility.
An unimaginable weight of all the lies grasping every second that ticks across our fateful clocks.
Our treacherously pathetic lives soaked in a slime
composed of
Deceit, greed, and grime
Can you see it?
Understanding these terrible truths.
A tragedy? Yes or No?
No.
A miracle that for once the truth is known,
that those manipulative grins like knives scraping away what's real are revealed.
The superficial sanity of such distorted dishonesty unveiled.
the light we all believed to be salvation was the very light that destroyed our souls...
Ripped away our integrity, individuality to complete some image of what we must be. To survive?
No.
To be accepted.
To not be a disappointing discrimination in our spurious society,
Should we continue looking into each others eyes, refusing to believe how quickly we'll forget the horrors we hear about?
The truth of our deception...
A gift or damnation?

An outrageous injustice of all this is some are blessed with the gift of ignorance while we-- and you know who you are --can see the truth.
Yet is ignorance of these lies a tragedy?
Yes or No?
The ignorant don't see the cracks in our masks, the truth never revealed.
The ignorant are lost souls, stumbling aimlessly in such strange sequences. An army of drones programmed
not to ask questions, to obey, to never pursue such knowledge.
Don't stop something that's not their problem.
Selfish, despicable, desperate drones.
They storm by in hoards, beside locked doors with no one searching for a key.
They live never knowing of reality to its fullest yet their views aren't tainted with the dark, dank, destructive energy seeping out of the planet's pores.
The ignorant are Blinded by what they refuse to see, to learn.
all the pain, the suffering happening inches from their lives,
yet they don't care to know.
Less than a stones throw away yet they could never try to imagine.
Their capacity carelessly crippled, by continual chants
"we don't care!"

Some try to fake care, but we know.
The slight glint in their eyes,
the unrealistic concern saturating every syllable slipping off their self-righteous tongues.
Their claws gripping onto the next piece of evidence
they will wield against you.

-copyrighted by Allisen L.