Is there a place where I can go,
to find some truth,
I'd like to know.
Truth cannot be found in size,
small swells big,
big shrinks to hide.
Truth cannot be found in color,
without light ones like the other.
Truth cannot be found in men,
we've all lied once,
we'll lie again.
Truth is more a hopeful wish,
a dreamful thought that flows from lips.
A pleasantry that few have known,
that few have seen or even shown.
Truth is just a word that hides,
within a world thats full of lies.
'you know that the saddest lies are the ones we tell to ourselves' -Lucille Clifton poetry may not follow a straight line towards truth, it could enter in different doors that will eventually lead to truth or it could just be a hope for truth...good poem and good write
Yes it is, but truth will always rise above the weight of lies. I love your honesty in this hidden truth. Great job. Tai, reliving your words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth is more a hopeful wish, a dreamful thought that flows from lips. all so true...'Saint' Becca