Honesty Is Key! ! ! Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Shadows of sarcasm are allowed to run rapid today,
needles of truth pierce my armor, prick my skin,
ever so slightly as to not cause pain,
but the loss of everlasting love and compassion,
the gun to my head held by your heart,
tell the story to all, to everyone, to me,
dead inside and inside dead,
the ripple effect this cause will not be realized,
by you, by your personality, by your mind,
yet to everyone else this rouge wave is immanent,
heading for land, for the population, for the soul of the temple,
the shrine may have to be moved, for safe storage during this time of dark,
locked in a lead lined box to prevent any further damage,
stress, or pressure on the holy portion of the structure,
the deviation was not expected but planned for,
the collapse was seen but could not support the city in time,
the taste of blood and irony is a bitter sweet melancholy,
the bite marks will remain but the pain will subside,
the lashings will disappear, but the slices on the heart will never scab over,
the crutches will go into the closet, but the pain with each step will remain,
more than being concentrated on us falling apart,
is it that hard to be honest with the one you love? ? ? ? ?