What if I matter

What if I matter
What if my voice speaks truth
I might be silenced
Might be forced into a darkness
Stuffed into a room
With methods of death
You may kill me
Silence me
Prevent me from speaking
You might seek
To make me sleep forever
Instead of speak
About things that matter
You might dream that I am a liar
That I am insane
You might put me in chains
Leave me to be devoured
Consumed
But I remain
Truth can be ignored
Words can be drown in noise
But the truth cannot be tamed
It exists
Apart from your acceptance
Or your acquiescence to it
Whether you hear it
The words are true
And how you respond
Is your nexus
Between your fate
And your end

“Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.”

George Orwell (English Novelist and Essayist, 1903-1950)

“Insanity in individuals is something rare, but in groups, parties,
nations and epochs it is the rule”

Friedrich Nietzsche (German classical Scholar, Philosopher
and Critic of culture, 1844-1900)

THE KING OF LIARS

My words are that of a King
The King of Liars
I am the King of a Kingdom
Filled with love and desire
To serve my people, here,
From my throne in this Asylum
They pad my throne in good trust but
They don’t let me write with pencils or pens here
So I use my bloody fingers upon the walls
They don’t give me paper due to the chance of cuts
But I bleed anyway
Then they wash my words away
With blast hoses used for fires
The straitjacket holds me as if I might fall
But the real straitjacket is inside
Where I am held aloft by tether wires
To make sure I do not drown
In their world I am paralyzed
And I scream without sounds
I see things that do not exist
I hear voices that surely insist
That the place I am here
Would be better off
With me deceased
And I cannot resist
The lure of the shallow grave
Once empty but now I am saved
By its welcoming comforts
By its solitary love instead of hate
By its empty bed
Welcomes me living and
Still I crave despite my survival
To be someplace else, instead
My arrival was unheralded
My passing will be unreported
For I solely long to be
A King of a Kingdom
Away from this happy place
This living wound
This Asylum