"Why can't we talk about real things?
The doubt we feel when faced with
life's contingencies - the sensation of shame
and hate we feel when our ideals are challenged -
What are we told to believe?"
Friend, we keep those thoughts hidden
deep in our solitary caves
where we are safe
from opposing views, and surrounded
with complimenting tongues that drip honey
and not malicious truths.
"Why don't we talk about the things
that lead to times at night we wake in cold sweat
running from another man-made demon?"
One day, you will find these things
rudimentary to nothing.
YOU ARE READING
of being displaced
Şiira realm of poetry that exists to mirror the world it is modeled after on this journey of discovering poetry
