Truth

Truth is
the unfathomable song
of the unrelenting Magpie
punctuated heavily by
the commentator
sitting in
the ever-chattering mind
and listening
to its own radio

Truth is
the salty ocean breeze
which stings
open wounds
But relieves you
of the suffocating humidity
and dampness
of foggy lies.

Truth is
the airborne oil
of petrichor
yearning to
permeate the soul
but masked by
the synthetic musk
and sweet-smelling ester
of bottled lies.

Truth is
they say,
bitter…
bitter like medicine
a rebel against
sugarcoated lies
wrapped inside,
an enticing destruction

Truth is
the sunset…
grotesque silhouettes
blending slowly
with the
darkness of dusk
left behind
a spark of light
cause’ now
you’re the candle
you’re the vision…

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