Marginal Lies

Lies and Truth

Marginal lines

And marginalies.

Are there no truths

To keep us?

My central lies

Your marginal truths.

Are their no lines 

To keep us

From being

Frayed and hemmed?

Another fabric of our imagination,

We are a patchwork

Of malcontents for oblivion

Or something more.

Are we just multiple 

Deceivers?

Or something more?

Are there no truths 

To keep us?

I think there are.

From the works of Edison Morrow.

PS I am not a robot.

Author's Note

This whole thing is the poem. I am not a robot.

Reviews

[JD Major]

Gracias Rafita for your poem, well-quilled and well messaged!
Yes, our teachers taught us to stay within the lines, to keep within the margins,
so I say Gracias for your apt reminder that to be marginalized is to be as pale and gray,
and that to experience a pursuit of potential, whether culminating as smile or frown,
is to live! ... I look forward to more!