Broken Truth

Broken Truth

A Poem by Ayla Automatic
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Written after a man.

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"Why is it so hard to be honest?" He asks me.
I answer.
"Somewhere between the lines
Fear crept up on us and gagged our minds, our mouths
So afraid am I now of MYSELF to keep my truths so bound
It is too late to tell you straight
Silent screams and writhing 'round
I will try to transcend myself to become a concept
So maybe you can understand a little better.
Slap it on your car or bag or coffee mug; gain me some followers
Absorb power; become a daily staple
And soon the day will come
when your day will not become complete without me."
So he says
"If you just tell me how you feel, I promise not to judge you!"
Did he hear my inner laugh?
That's a pretty statement but it isn't very true
The shifting changes in your expression
is what really shows the truth.
I tell him that I WANT HIM
and he starts to laugh
and laugh
the noise is like echoes
bouncing around on the now empty walls of my heart
abandoned buildings
his laugh blanched me
rooted me to the concrete
Anger rises
I told you!
Now look at what you've done
you fed my fears more fuel
my truth lost, your battle won
my vengeance starts to curl as smoke
rising up to black the sun
you wretched man
you forced from me the one precious thing I had
you broke me
you choked me

you forced on me my one and only hand
the cards are on the table now
the winnings are all yours
step around my broken truths as they lay scattered on the floor
I hope you like those pretty lights I gave you
Even though the bulbs are burnt
you forced on me the hardest knowledge
I ever had to learn.
Honestly will keep you ALIVE
even if it hurts.

© 2010 Ayla Automatic


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Deep poetry.
Excellent.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Poem is very good. The flow and story was amazing. I like so many statements you write in this poem. Being honest leave you safe from fake people who desire to use only. A excellent poem.
Coyote


Posted 14 Years Ago


It sucks when you put something out there to someone and they shrug it off. I must admit I was unsure I would like your work from your picture, yet another lesson I continually have to learn about not judging books by their cover. I absolutely LOVE the conversation in the beginning.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Ayla Automatic
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