poetry

Silly me to have believed that the first light had any meaning

I thought the sun was coming out today

But it fooled me once more

Silly me to have believed

that the first light had any meaning

My cold, bare arms filled with dismay

What a rotten trick to the core

Aggrieved and deceived

Elsewhere there must be greening

Tell me a story

Any story

I no longer believe

The beer glass is filled with Cabernet

Such lies we do deplore

Veils once misperceived

Weaning from lies, we are now breathing

Tell me a story

Any story

I no longer believe

Categories: poetry, Psychology

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4 replies »

  1. Very strong thought. The reader can relate in so many ways. An empty canvas poem to trigger hundreds of likely thoughts. Good piece. 🙂

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