A maze of dead ends, a different ending
One single route led to hundreds of places, reality bending
A hopeful path shows nothing but blanks, I'm not pretending
Every way I attempted to explain myself, seemed pathetically offending
Dictionaries and make-believe, hundreds and thousands of books
Dialects and dictions, I can't tell by their looks
The truth behind the obvious is what we ignorantly forsook
The honest details in the picture is what we always overlook
The body doesn't lie, wordlessly conveying
The monumental feelings forever decaying
New lies and facts, discoveries we're unveiling
Needing this fate to change, night and day it's praying
Write whatever you please, the words will never be right
Nothing will bring your mind and heart to light
You will never fully cleanse yourself of doubt, even if you fight
Everything you'll ever express will remain as just something you write.
*Truekindredspirits*
YOU ARE READING
THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN - a book of poetic honesty
شِعر"THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN" is a book filled with poems i've written throughout my life, begging to be seen by someone. Sometimes, the truth can only be conveyed in a certain way. Each piece is personal work, any resemblances or similarities to any othe...
