Truth
Sometimes my bleeding brings an answer
Sometimes I will never have to grieve
My mind is still formulating questions
Whilst flames remember what I see
Some things never have to hurt me
Someone will never have to lie
But then I remember why I whisper
Locked inside my room, why can’t I die?
Once more I paint another ending
Once I remember what I am
My lies can never let me smile
But truth will never help me stand
Sometimes I never had to hate you
Sometimes I really think I tried
My hate is still retaining distance
But I’m cold and I still have to cry
Somehow I recall an answer
Someone stole it from my dreams
But then I look into the mirror
Locked inside my room, nothing but screams
Once more I write another question
Once I remember who I am
The lies that spin another answer
This truth is all I ever had
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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