Finding The Truth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Finding The Truth



Look! I say nothing to you-
My hands are empty-
They hold not weapons,
No bouquets- drive home to him
Just predestined as a wave
To crash and burn against the sea:
Make love to him
When you said that it was me-
And the sky became awash with the lying
Promises of daylight,
Who was going the way she always does:
Leaving us,
As the dolphins swam as in a drowning
Carousel-
And my beautiful words dimmed,
Without ever finding the truth in your name.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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