19/01/2013
Loud Lies (a poem)
Loud.
Why so loud?
Valuing some quiet,
Pursuing it,
Yet it eludes me.
Conflicting advisers,
Explaining who to be.
Adds insult to injury,
Until I’m more unsure of me.
…..
Am I a foreign concept
While I’m being me?
I know that I am,
Distracted easily.
Bouncing along, higher now.
Laughing loudly,
Reactive.
My grip slips.
Things around begin to spin.
Up could even be down.
Where to grab on?
What is truth?
Reach out blindly, and grab,
This feels real.
But no, it’s only lying again.
Reality comes with a Slap!
Face full of dirt again,
Sheepish from the deceptions.
Retreat, withdraw, until,
I am filled once more with truth.
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