At That Time

There was no name caught within my cries 
just a knowing silence that filled the spaces 
between reality and how far it had wandered 
from days when I grasped its presence 
  
though my gut tried forcing foolishness to my throat 
I could endure the ache of hope no longer 
and succumbed to accepting the consequence of failure 
  
somewhere in the unwritten lies 
unexposed truths and chilling injustice 
was a purpose that I tried to need 
  
there was no name caught within my cries 
there was only me