Monday, July 2, 2018

and the truth hides

Kept by the past
Tangled vines keep me 
And the truth hides
Plagued by derision
Buried deep inside
Whispers of normal
Shining youthful face
Tainted each perhaps,
Suffering his hope
And the truth hides
Callous is the thief of time
Born of yesterday
Making steps of stone
Scattered regret
Like heavy moss lingers
Echoes of divinity
Bring all that you can carry
Wary soul who travels light
Ghosts of past lives crowding
Halting your every breath
Misting the night
This mirror has seen my truth
Looking back at me
In plain sight
Decorated injustice
Giving power from our knees
And the truth hides

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