The Living Dead

You can not escape
who you are.

Dam it up.
Close it off.
Let others deny you.
Shut the doors.
Bar the windows.
Pretend
you are what you aren’t
for all the noblest reasons.

Suffer and sacrifice all you will,
but your truth
will break through
in brilliant color,
or quite simply,
you will die
even while you breathe.

About this poem

I’ve lived (died) this one. Now I know better.

Tom