A Bitter Pill to Swallow

The truth is a swamp of sludge/
a marsh of muck/
a river of blood

The truth is a fire born in veins/
a laugh beyond the pale/
a dagger entering the ribs

The truth is a wound ripped asunder/
a field of weeping/
a birthstone snuffed out

The truth is a diamond forever hidden/
a glimpse kept under wraps/
a blanket of poisoned fur

The truth is a carcass smeared on asphalt/
a vulture descending from heaven/
an angel that’s clipped its wings

The truth is a worm found in the apple/
a splinter trapped in the eye/
a vision that’s lost all glory

The truth is a hope without any glitter/
a star with blotted shine/
a soul spun round in circles

The truth is a karma set on repeat/
a salvation held at bay/
a womb that screams abort

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.