Truth
Judge me when you are perfect
Reveal your judging talent
Confute with ease the points I said
And some of points I haven’t
With awing gratitude I bend
You make me see the truth
I didn’t expect to get, my friend
Always unable to deduce
A truth from things I’m dealing with
But just interpretations
You came and showed me what it is
Truth doesn’t need variations
If you are perfect, I can’t be
Forsaken with your scorn
You hold the truth, so can you see
That I’m already gone.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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