Lies
Am I to assume that if you’re silent,
That I’m clear of your sobbing, your lament?
For it’s better to say what you think,
Than to sit in tears for years in bitter discontent.
Years have passed without much change,
From youth to old age nothing much to acclaim.
For it’s better to let it go, that thorn of contention,
Of things that offended, too many to mention.
Had there been some truth at the start,
Some clarity, some revealing within my heart.
Then I would’ve been less inclined to disregard,
Whispers in the darkness, sharp as glass shards.
But deep are the cuts and slashes plenty,
To my soul, to my being, leaving me empty.
We’re told that time will cure the pain,
But for me, my soul, it will never be the same.
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Dan R Fowler
Dan R. Fowler. 71, writing is more than a hobby, it's a place for me to become anyone I choose to be, visit mystical scenes, or swim deep within my brain. e-book paperback, or audible. type dan r fowler on the search line. Amazon
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Comments (2)
This was so poignant and emotional! Loved your poem!
Beautiful, haunting, I enjoyed reading!!