Treasure Island

Trystian AmedeeJones

Truth Is..

Truth is..
Thunder in the night,
a firefly in flight.

Truth is..
In its purest form rare,
very seldom do they spare.

Truth is..
The light at end of tunnel
Shattering or very subtle

Truth is...
Clear as cloudless sky,
blue as ocean far and wide.

Truth is..
The calm before the storm,
not in any different form.

Truth is..
Opening our eyes,
is 99% surprise.

Truth is...
painful, devastating,
or uplifting levitating.

Truth is..
what we want to hear,
and most times is what we fear..

Dont understand they say the truth
is what will set you free,
but how will I escape
if they keep lying to me?

Submitted: Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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  • Viola Grey (10/1/2008 1:24:00 AM)

    'Truth is..
    what we want to hear,
    and most times is what we fear..'

    now aint that the truth.....nice piece (Report) Reply

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