Be Without

If you have not vanity you are tragic,
Have not tragedy you are vain,
And if none of these describe you,
None remember your name,
May it be blunt or kind,
A Truth or a Lie,
All are bereft of love,
In their own mind's eye,
I have paid the price,
For speaking but the truth,
Now I am bereft of kinship,
The first casualty of the coup,
Some have prowess,
Some have praise,
Some have comfort,
Some have mailaise,
Some seek help,
Many have doubt,
Some have so much,
I want to be without.