Did truth snag its ever flow of purity
Did we spiral into a verse of incendiary
Flames that squall our burning soul
Did truth play me as a lucid fool?
Even if the length of time was piled high
I think I'd still cry the same and wonder why
Even when trust is built like a wall
I wonder if there was a lie mixed in it all.
I can let the flames lick away the varying lies
And seek something other than truth before I die
Wonder what screams its incessant pain
And lets me run into the flurry of my own insane.
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Burnt Starlight: Book of Poetry and Prose
PoetryStars burn through the night like an everlasting glow, impeding the obscure darkness that fights for cover. What if starlight was burned away by the passionate fire of words? What would come of burnt starlight like cookies on a sheet? I still eat t...
