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True enough
By cadymae
I feel nothing. Why do you ask?
It was burned out of me, don't you know.
I scoured some out in front of your eyes but you didn't notice then
Yet now You ask where my scars came from
They say you ought not speak ill of the dead
So when will I be free to speak my truth?
Her truth is brayed from the rooftops.
But her truth was hand crafted a century ago
when truth was more believable.
I believe nothing now.
Attitudinal adjustments are incremental
but deconstruction is always faster.
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Copyright 2015 cadymae
Published on Friday, April 3, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, April 4, 2015, BloodyMercy
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wrote:
I wish I knew the origin of this work. Your words while thoughtfully crafted hold reservation in my eyes. Very well written, I hope you found your release. There seems to be more to this work than meets the eye.
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On Friday, April 3, 2015, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...100 years of change, even truth doesn't survive. fine write...
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A former member wrote:
Wise, striking, unrhymed piece. Subtle introspection remarking on a greater picture...I will have to read more of your work. You have a very mature and intelligent voice that seeps clearly through your carefully crafted words. "burned out of me / some out in front"--Artisan quality. 10/10
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A former member wrote:
some manufacturer a "truth" so many times that they believe it themselves. Then some live with what is true silent in its grip. A truly wonderful pen.
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