Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Wrecked

Wrecked.
Crashed up on Plato's shore.
Tomes of history breaking the surface,
washing up against me,
shredding my skin
like a load of sharks.
Truth.
Everything is relative
or is it?
History seems to think so.
volumes upon volumes
of contrarity and failure
to prove either way.
nothing is ever proved.
what to believe?
confusion pouring down in torrents.
I reach out,
grasping for faith
and find....