Truth is...

I know indifference

killed the black cat of the family and,

in fact, curiosity saved it from sorrow.

 

I knew I’d find the truth

in an expected way:

not over my shoulder

but within my own head.

 

I know to name people I trust on

my fingers, proudly, as though

normal to hate reality

fleeing  to pieces of past fantasies.

 

I know you loved me six years ago

and I believed you.

(Never wondering what

waited to catch me as I fell.)

 

I know thinking very is dangerous

but lack of thoughts is

the highest form of treason.

 

I know to leave no stone unturned

no path unwalked

From land, sky, to wind.

Author's Note

Experimenting with poetry. I'm new.
Critique please! <3
Thanks! (:

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

experimenting?! cheez n rice josef and mary.. you need to give me some poetry lessons..

this was extraordinary, you better keep pursuing writing verse, you're a natural!
Antonio :)

[roy mccarthy]

nice poem,
some good lines in here!