The Oppressors

I loose my tongue and tell all who will listen
Beg of my friends to assume my position
Pretending belief
They try to explain
But clearly they really believe I'm insane

Despite the intensity of all that I have seen
My rigid conviction
It was not a dream
They can see some uncertainty deep in my mind
They implant ambiguity
Attempting to blind me

My trembling arm is taken by stranger's outstretched hand
His grip is firm, his voice is stern and I succumb to his demands
Confused and not a little scared
I am taken to a room
Where but one candle flame relieves the heavy gloom
There do I retell my tale not once, but many times
At last believed, I am relieved
Contentment now is mine

In ships of fire and helms of bronze
They came to beat me
A sight as strange as death itself
Believe me
Don't bereave me
Children of light, from the corners of time
Fanning the embers of peace
Their intent was to fight
In the face of mankind
And begone
We compelled them to leave

All at once their sympathy averts to ridicule
They scorn as they would a clown, a jester, or a fool
'We believe you my friend'
My captor wryly said
'Those things you saw were real enough'
But only in your head

So am I insane?
Now I'm not so sure
Straining my senses
So I must endure
Trapped in this labyrinth of doubt and confusion
Denial of all is my only solution