Tell the Truth Slant.

The languid liquor, seeming so serene,
a rush of warmth, my mind careens
from such great heights, a crumbling euphoria.
My heart holds high in heaven, till glory, a
trace can't be found, and in turn, happiness, scarce.
Found nowhere, in nothing: All semblence a farce.
Carefully crafted, created so real,
turned cold, ice in the keel.
The ship is sinking, plummeting to the depth.
The portrait of Misery, spanning such breadth,
a landscape of despair, of sanity; death.
A mad man 't is born in a fiery wreath,
reminiscing in truth
told slant for the youth:
The world is good, the world is fair,
what a pity, I think quite contrair.
It seems to me, it's filled with despair.
Unfortunately for hearts, it prefers to tear,
not mend that which is broken,
but find sleeping sorrow and have it be woken.

To whom it may concern, I give you a truth:
People are cruel, and also uncouth.
You might like to think that life is quite grande,
that all is out-planned by some higher hand.
The truth is much simpler, I dare-say you'll find,
the world turns wild within hands, blind.
A cruel and random world, and yet the chaos is all so beautiful,
where chance is the only morality in a world of fools, full.

People lie, people kill,
people decieve, yet we look for hope, still.
What a shame, all we have is hope.
Religion and hope, combined with pain to cope
with the daily grind, too long we wait to dine
on a table of fire where each has a seat
reserved for cold souls who fail to plead.

I myself will see you there,
when I finally depart from this world so "Fair"

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Bleak piece, great rhyme scheme, rhythm precise. Enjoyed this although not the kind of subject matter I prefer but you write with what you know, good stuff. Thanks for sharing.

~~PFluffer.