Barry Middleton


Grove - Poem by Barry Middleton

was this some fantasy of youth
the blind and futile search for truth

I thought it hid with all my shoulds
remote from view in somber woods

so many times I swore to know
the mystic place where secrets grow

too soon to find the truth betrayed
by fear and doubt and cruel charade

for truth is darker than the copse
where hope and seeking finally stops

Topic(s) of this poem: truth


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016



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