ExcusedA Poem by TaliaIn the readers eye. Intaliaswords.com
Impulse sheds from shaded eyes of excuse
Into excused actions by an impulsive hand. Five fingers, palm, and wrist Armored by transparent latex that peels Only when caught dripping poisonous red. And, with tears on paper, Confesses dysfunctional restraint, And, with this, Fulfills a crime done and uncommitted. But there is residue between fingers And fallacy in tears directly hitting the page As if the mark mistakenly left Is all too deliberate. See, silence is awaiting death And truth is pulling the trigger And staining the innocence you forced yourself to believe. But deceit is simply stalling the inevitable, A debt That only gains interest over time. Because one day, Wide eyes will strike upon the hint of crimson on thumb And, only then will you finally understand The truth In a Single Tear. © 2013 TaliaFeatured ReviewReviews
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StatsAuthorTaliaNew York, NYAbout“A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” ― Maya Angelou more..Writing
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