Description Of Faults Poem by Jennifer Nichols

Description of Faults


Truthful lies that are horribly despised
Unworldly stories which can only be revised
Spoken through the dreading tales of vain
Only one can barely remain sane
Corridors locked in secure ties
Awakened only by these truthful lies
White as may be, one remains solum
Baked in the walls of a mind's asylum
Stuck between two open doors
Waiting patiently, one who morns
Reflecting on early past of history
Their sense can only stay as a mystery
Looking towards for the future
Only to be run over like an abature
Silenced underway
We all go astray
Locked in the walls of a mind's asylum
They can only remain solum
Apologies may take the phrase
Although one may counter into a haze
I'm sorry
Eyes try to become starry
The goods are at a loss
Hidden underneath the cause of moss
Failure is the title to thee
Which is the only true description of me
I beat the walls of the mind's asylum
The only cause of the solum
Drugging guilts as a heavy haul
Lost in the fields of a war's stall
Failure is the title of thee
Which is the only known description of me
I've been a burden, created faults
The only taste I know of, are salts
I'm sorry