I’ve no truths to spare
From these caverns
Of self-neglect

Enshroud
By hatred’s
Devilish fumes

Where my words
Tread light
In a callous whisper

I’ve no truths to spare
From this low
This miserable hush

For all I bear
Are the  loathsome gripes
Of a fool awash
In the surf
Of his truth-bearing doubts