Its 4am
And I am sitting in the dark
Writing in the dark
In the hope that
If I can’t see the words
Then they won’t
Come to life
And choke me
Words that are truth
Built from lies
And building
Wearied I pray the night
Lasts long enough
The morning light
Like a shard of glass
Appears and stabs me
And I waste away
As the words rise from the page
And surround me
Burn me
Bury me
Valerie Masters
The torment of an author daring to access truth -- "Words of truth/Built from lies/And building."
ReplyDeleteThat little package of verse really does it. So smooth, so rich in meaning and rhythm -- and foreboding.
I hear you. Thank you for an excellent read!
Turquoise Thank you so much :)
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