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.

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2 thoughts on “270”

Michigan Mary says:

November 1, 2021 at 1:36 pm

I can relate. Truth isn’t easy to swallow. Loved the poem.
apo ni kidtayong says:

November 15, 2021 at 5:46 am

Nice

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