I take this phrase to a whole new level. I not only hit the horse with a stick, I use a sledge hammer. I flog the poor corpse until it literally becomes microscopic pieces which have began to decompose into the ground. Then again I go ahead to take it a little further by planting flowers in the matter to hope that I can find some life still. Time to put a humorous spin on my misfortunate choices!!!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Truth Untold
Truth Untold
Little bits of trust flake off,
as a new story begins to unfold.
Please bring words of reality
if the truth has been untold.
Do not tell me what I want to hear,
may as well just smash the lie.
Maybe you know what the future holds,
that my faith in you will die.
You cannot hide behind your betrayal,
for speech is invisible you see.
Those eggshells in which you walk upon,
I feel you underestimate me.
Over thinking every detail,
unable to move past the hurt.
Wasting my time with this paranoid mind,
desperately filtering the dirt.
Trapped within a distracting pain,
my focus is out of control.
Each puzzle piece seeps into my head
about the truth that has been untold.
-Pessioptimist
(Copyright 2009)
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Great drawing.
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