Hidden truths; half lies,
Words so carelessly spoken,
Exaggerations, pity party,
A heart in love, or an offered token.
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Words; the cruellest form of any language,
Thrown to the wind so effortlessly,
Meaningless distraction,
A game played so heartlessly.
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Memories twisted behind the scenes,
Twisted within denial,
A softly spoken hello in turmoil,
A sand-filled memorial aisle.
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Perfection corroded in reality,
A chest tight with pain,
A throat battling to breathe through the sobs,
A heart shattered again.
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Hopes destroyed upon a moonless dream,
All to big note a desperate soul,
Errant demands of wasteful words,
Concreting a future in which it stole.
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Doubts overridden with zealous wounds,
To best one living in loyalty,
Betrayal a sense of entitlement,
Insisting the due of royalty.
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Light brightens the darkness once more,
Eyes opened to the truth revealed,
Naivety held innocently,
Destroyed at the truth hideously concealed.
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Cruelty sprouts from well rehearsed lips,
Tears pulled into a form of payment; debt overdue,
The toll of the absentee years taking a toll,
Shattered upon a broken heart’s point of view.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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