Denial Poem by Mitchel Sharpton

Denial



Your lies are always soft
and they cushion me as I fall
into your hands
was this planned?

In this space
everything feels so out of place
left is right; right is left
I can feel myself die
yet I still find comfort from your lies

I couldn't love life more
the truth shines brighter than the sun
absolutely no remorse
I hate what I've become

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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