Only with the realization of the monster inside can we cling to our salvation.
The bitterest truths are left untouched
They scare and they dare
Leaving us alone,
wanting, desperate
Cutting us as knives,
leaving us broken
So we look away
We fail to see
but most of all
We fail to know
For the truth, the bitter truth,
is that there is no hope
The hope we cling to
Hard and long
Is but illusion
Full of riches and gold
But a lie nonetheless
The bitterest truths are left untouched
For they destroy dreams
Mirrors reflect but the mask-
Hiding
Concealing
Who you are:
A monster
A coward
A liar
Nothing.
The bitterest truths are left untouched
They wreak havoc on a lying world
They reveal the monster
Inside
A heart of sin
Lost
In the Dark
The Monster we can't face
And so Truth will stand
Alone
And without her, Hope ceases to be.
The Writer
- to touch the stars
- Inwardly I'm a poet dressed in white sitting on the crescent moon tracing constellations with my fingertips, sitting by a dear silent minstrel. Outwardly I'm just a girl with dark eyes.
Love is the Movement
1 comment:
Nice. I like how you broke up the lines. All that you need to do now is too add in...
PUNCTUATION!
I'm sorry. But periods and commas would *really* strengthen the poem. But nice, overall, work.
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