The Truth In Knowing Poem by Mallory Smart

The Truth In Knowing

Rating: 4.5


The nameless lives in nostalgia.
The faceless breathes anticipation.
Regimes deaden the soul.
And they don't know whom to blame anymore.
Youth bear vestiges like ink-swill upon roving cloth.
They could run screaming,
And we would never hear.
If that's the truth in knowing,
Then what is the lie in seeing?

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: existentialism
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a selected piece from my chapbook, 'Fear Like A Habit'.
I wrote the entire chapbook whilst traveling across the United States. It was based off of my observations of modern life and the growing inauthenticity of the world around us. To check out more, the chapbook is available on Amazon: http: //amzn.com/B00OYVHQO4
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 15 November 2014

A well articulated poem written with insight to capture the essence of the poem. Even me, am breathing anticipation right now. A lovely piece of poetry. Keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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Mallory Smart

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