I’m struck sick with disgust
Bitter putrid and greenly sick
The peptic taste of indigestion
Overflowing and ever so rich
.
Wretched whispers I followed
Into the roaring damp old cave
Hoping there’s a bit of light for me
That I could still manage to save
.
Truth and information unsaid
Hearsay stuck in my dumb head
Discovered under the white sheets
A rotten tooth in sticky candy treat
.
Swirled confusion and contusions
Lesions in my buffering brain
Twirled allusions and illusions
Can’t make sense of all this pain
.
I didn’t see, I haven’t learned
When my suspicions were aroused
They were never really confirmed
But the truth will always come out
.
Can’t even make me forget
Can’t even change destiny’s hate
Can’t even change sides on a bet
In this cruel cosmic joke that I ate
.
I didn’t really wish to ever know
True that ignorance was sweet bliss
If only memories could simply go
I’d leave her hanging in the darkest pit.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake