Broken TruthA Poem by Ayla AutomaticWritten after a man."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 AutomaticReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 8, 2010 Last Updated on February 8, 2010 AuthorAyla AutomaticWishes she doesn't reside in, GAAboutI'm an Ayla, and that's all that truly need be said. more..Writing
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