The Truth And Death Of It All Poem by Joanne Kearsey

The Truth And Death Of It All



Overcome by the angels below as they succeed in temptation,
Blindness ceasing this restless mind as it decays through numbness,
Losing motion whilst becoming senseless to the life that walks before me,
But this peace and tranquility dies before me in an honest directness.

Overloaded by this loathing of self-pity, shame and mortification,
Lying in the fog as his ghost compells me to leave,
Living amongst life and trapped in the death of the moment,
Burning the truth from which I just cannot deceive.

The gunfall buries me in a burden of a temperature too hot to handle,
Throwing back what little I had left into the pits of misery,
Living to die and dieing to live in the peace of you,
The beat drives me forward to find you in this absurdity.

Losing ground to break the fear in your heart with the pain in mine,
The cares bleed out until I have nothing left but love inside,
The words we never speak are already understood between us,
And now, for once, there is no-where left for me to hide.

Filling the holes that kept me from you as the ashes fall and wash away,
What has come before me does not matter now that I'mwith you,
Destroying the pain with words of calm and appeal,
Bringing forward what i needed to see from your point of view.

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Joanne Kearsey

Joanne Kearsey

Brighton, England
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