Search for Truth

The truth had always been so clear; so obvious. Never any question of its authenticity, I readily shot down any attacks on it.
Suddenly, the water's a little more murky; unclear. A big chunk seemed to be missing in the unquestionable truth.
The more I dug for answers, the more shaky things became. It felt as if the ground was crumbling beneath my feet.
No one could be confided in. I already knew the answers they would provide and none would suffice. They were the same empty answers I used to give to others. Now they seemed shallow, silly even.
So I've been left in the dark grasping at straws, afraid of what I might find hidden beneath the surface...