SEE THROUGH

See through
Tall under the sun
Crawling beneath stars
In night-time skull
Thoughts behind eyes
Behind dreams
Under darkness
And above light

See through
Pretended truths
Without words or form
Shadow shapes
Lay like death
Choreographed corpses
Meaningless memories
Damaged dreams
Piled upon writhing hopes

See through
Tender tragedy
Daily despair
Grasping at lies like air
And in the stillness of dawn
The cold of morning light
Water drips
Or maybe blood
Tapping through silence

                                     By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

The ebb and tide of subjective truths can seem an eroding force sometimes. For better or worse.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you, Charlie. As usual, you read me correctly. It's a foreigner's view of "Trumpism"