Day turns to night and I can feel your spirit
It’s when the sun is farthest, that the truth is nearest
The silhouette of a broken man
Encompasses the broken land
Waterfall eyes and sorrowful moans
Painted on smiles make for painful groans
Artificial emotion is all that shows
Cuz if the real breaks through it’ll cut like bows
Bows and arrows, Robin Hood
A shroud of shadows hides all that’s good
But good and evil, right and wrong
Are different tunes to the same song
A melodic, chaste, and grinning chorus
Retched by something so abhorrent
That the fragile lines are blurred
And the brittletruth is slurred
Day and night become the same word
Night turns to day and I can feel you no more
All the true emotion washes up on the shore
Pushed and pulled; destroyed by the tide
It merely disguises what you hide
Every petty lie, each piece to your puzzle
All the secrets you keep nestled behind a muzzle
Stay and remain
The light hides the truth but reveals the pain
Erases your name
But enunciates your shame
In your heart, or your twisted version
Your know your faults, your own perversions
So why does truth not guide your motions?
Why do you submit to these emotions?
Why do you accept the hand you’re dealt?
Take the cards and flip them, but expect no help
Don’t follow a trial
Or stay weak and frail
Blaze a path, lead even when u fail
Try again, once, twice, thrice
But to be honest, I think it’s time I took my own advice…
© Copyright 2016 Atton Brown. All rights reserved.
Book / Horror
Short Story / Young Adult
Poem / True Confessions
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