The Truth Singes
The truth singes
My spotless self
Could it be
That I am not as flawless
As I thought I was?
I guess I’ve blinded myself
With speciousness
And now, as my eyes are open
To reality
I am crying tears of blood
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
