I told what I should not and went against the grain.
The truth I did expose. What would I stand to gain?
A loser I am called with no fortune and no fame.
I wish that I could hide my deep, abiding shame.
Cloak me from the prying eyes to hide my misery.
Why I so desire the dark, can be no mystery.
Each test, yes I did fail; there is punishment in store.
They’ll hold me in contempt and shun me evermore.
I melt into the shadows, become one with the night.
There is safety incognito, not found in morning light.
What waits for me down yonder road?
I broke no moral code.
I thought the truth would set me free.
Why is that not to be?
The laws of God and man are not so well defined.
When a man can do what’s right and still get left behind.
There! On the horizon. Behold, what do I see?
Endless nights of pacing in a prison built for me.
Shelby I. Courtland
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