HONESTY begged — an answer
From me it asked impossibility
Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth — almost benign
Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure
Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood drenched the lids of eyes
Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade
Sometimes best to hear — a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 