Fearful Now Of The World Outside

Fearful now of the world outside,

I admit here how I have lied.

I left a mess

Where virtue dwelt.

I would have been spared countless pains,

If truthful to myself had I remained.

But I digress--

It’s all I have left.

I told myself long before,

Honesty would bring me great wealth.

But now I don't recognize it anymore,

And it has brought me hell.

Is there a seed left to uncover,

Over which dishonesty does not hover?

I’d feel blessed (truly blessed),

To find any left.

I’d fall awe to the beauty and the wonder,

And a power as striking as thunder,

And able to re-thread

The seams where I have bled.

Reviews

[7's]

bravo... haha.. your creative writings impact hard even without comparisions... may we find us(the honests)

[Louis McKraker]

Thank you. I'm always pleased when someone thinks so much of it. I'm happy your found enjoyment here.