Blind by lies in all I see,
seems no truths been give to me.
Life's been lived in bitter ways,
from my youth until today.
Never seeing sides of bright,
only gray from darkened light.
Words that all but lay long cast,
all of mines to blame.
How did I find here so far,
impossible to stay.
In a search for truth by night,
in tears within the day.
Men that speak in forked tongue,
split to please themselves.
Blind by lies in all I see,
lies and nothing else for me.
very good poem, Saint...the line- 'impossible to stay in a search for truth by night, in tears within the day'... speaks a lot truth there 10
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yes we are blind til we see the real truth. then as we do it hits us its all lies... just like her... I hate her! sorry... um ya I liked your poem as always Becca (*Purkey Girl*)