The Truth
The Truth
No,
No;
No!
Be careful,
Do not wake the monster
He
I
Am sleeping
And have slept endlessly
Although the spite rests uneasily on my tongue
I would rather it were so
I have no wish to loose the verbal hurricane
No desire to feel the rage
I do not want to issue tirades of condemnation
I do not think I know enough
I am not a judge
I beg you
Do not push me to this
Wake this monster at our peril
My belief in injustice
Is as acute and as refined as your own
My voice I would rather use for other
Prettier things
Than to gather the rights and wrongs
And all the other collectable scenarios
Understanding
Understanding is the taste sensation
My pallet desires
Understanding initiates love
Indicates love
Ah! speak kindly
Speak of love
Talk to me as if
As if
I were you and had all the experience
You yourself have had
As if I knew each breath, verb, noun and emotion
Know that when you were lost
So was I
Know that in your desperation
All you craved was this
This understanding
Reach in to me
See
So separate are we
Yet so closely
We know the Truth
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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