TruthA Poem by Follan
Murmuring craziness,
He grabs the window plane, His words are meanliness,they say, But the truth is that the words hold so much truth, That it's crazy, Ignore it ,they say, Mumbling he continues, He tightens his grip, As if he's afraid to fall, The words gets louder, The birds fly, Bitter,bitter, bitter, Sweet, sweet, sweet, Bitter, They look away even if the truth is clear, I smile., Because his words are not crazy, But even more honest than a child's , Murmuring craziness, Shuffling his feet looking up, Bitter,bitter,bitter This is my truth, Please listen, Bitter,bitter,bitter, Sweet, Bitter as the lying, demonic world © 2013 Follan |
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