The Naked TruthA Poem by Silent PacerHere is a poem, duh, about well kinda explains for itself. This is something that has been there for sometime, but just bubbled over. Thus, trying to vent said rage, and pain.
Lying, naked on the floor,
Do you mean all you say?
Do you truly mean to do what you do?
Are your actions speaking?
Am I not notable enough to be considered?
These are the questions I long to ask,
But couth prohibits said questions.
What a drown,
For they are poison to me.
Here the truth simmers,
Do you not see what you’re doing?
Or are you so vain?
Is it my job to coddle you?
To raise you?!
Why do I have to suffer when you raptures?
You spit in my face and offer no revere.
Don’t think I’m so naive,
I hear your words,
What you say about “friends”,
I long to hate you,
These people care for you,
They love you,
Why treat them so?
Your vial,
Not worthy of the company you keep,
Don’t you worry though,
They know what companionship you are.
I can’t spite you,
I love you,
You are my friend,
I’ve cared for you,
Why? I still know not,
However, every night as I lie broken,
Bruised and battered from another days abuse,
I long to be able to loathe,
To surpass couth,
And say what I yearn to say,
The naked truths.
© 2009 Silent PacerAuthor's Note
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Added on June 12, 2009AuthorSilent PacerMiddle of NowhereAboutI'm Me, and sometimes me, but only half of the time, then I become something that resembles me. But in all seriousness, I am looking for constructive criticism about my work since I am trying to fur.. more..Writing
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