even more so the month
I realize my vision was of truth
The world around me flourishes
with spring, with life, with love
but I appear to be stuck in the winter
quiet, drab and very cold.
My guess becomes a truth it seems
that my worth is not enough
my existance shrouded, hidden
I try and pull myself away
but the snow is just too deep.
Counterfeit people will survive
they will even flourish
It is what the world is based on
no truth, no honesty, no real love
because the candy words of
evil forged people will win out.
As I stand, snow afoot
peering out to the wonderland
of futility and foolishness
is it worth degrading myself
to thrive in a world of no ones?
I beleive no one truly cares.
Once again, I drag myself
across the finish line in last.
While the soul less people
raise the trophies high in spite.
The few things I have ever cherished
were never meant to be.
It is what truth gets you...
forgotten and ignored again.
Honesty and truth is my flag
I will raise it and wave it.
Though my last place finish
hurts like a thorn in my foot
I know I was real...
no one can accuse me of falsities
because for the runner who finishes last
someone else will see a heart that
is completely unmatchable.