270 October 26, 2021October 22, 2021 ~ Edge of Humanity Magazine You offer me a chalice containing truth. Drinking The cloudy solution I now see all of life’s illusions. Listening I hear the lies. My mind is clear. However The deception makes me cry. Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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I can relate. Truth isn’t easy to swallow. Loved the poem.
Nice