The Truth

Honesty hurts, but it's better than the alternative.

A gunshot,
and now I'm dead.
A hole in the
side of my head.
Blood red.

It's better than the alternative.
I'd have been tortured.
I think it's awfully creative.
Crafty, even, that she had the forethought
to sound that single gunshot.

It hurt, but only for a moment.
and the name of her bullet,
was Truth.

Reviews

[anonymously anisha]

wow this is a really intensified testimony of the cliche "the truth hurts."
"and the name of her bullet, / was Truth" takes the poem from good to great. this is honestly seems like a poem i'd read in my poetry textbook (written by a professional), it's quite amazing.

[Austin]

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my poem!

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

i like the message that your poem sends. (unless im misinterpreting it) it is true that the truth hurts and it does feel like a gunshot sometimes. overall good job

[azlamalo]

love it :)