The Truth in AsphaltA Poem by Aramey
Nothing stings like hidden truths,
wandering from one to another side, behind locked doors of forbidden room, a wondering that no lie can soothe. It's like being tied down, while someone scrapes away at tender flesh, and yet society passes not even slight of frown, blanket covered screams, but no truth yet. Then pour some lemon and salt, why not, excuses are so easy to tell, and truths so easily dissolved, writhing in pain, inhale that burning flesh smell. Take comfort in the fact that they'll never know, they'll never know if I tie them to hitch and speed down the road, as they grasp, and struggle, bouncing from ditch. Go ahead and convince, there's nothing to fear, go ahead, keep whispering, that secrets aren't near. © 2014 ArameyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 AuthorArameyPensacola, FLAboutI'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..Writing
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