Miranda Lucas


Truth - Poem by Miranda Lucas

The truth is something rarely seen.
The truth is not a part of me.

I am a lie, with no untold truth.
I am false, my entire existence.

I do exist but hardly.
I am not known or needed.

There in lies the truth,
of my existence,
of life itself.

These terrible words so full of contempt and madness.

They are my love the only truth I hold.
With many stories yet untold.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012



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