Untitled Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

Truth,
Do not quoth love & hate
For,
They are spoken too often.
Make your own bed,
As we despairingly lay
It's not the same,
With our coffins
Reality,
Wise men walk around blind,
Love & death,
Impose a thin line.
Pity,
Those who perceive
Neither in time.
Envy,
Those who reach for the stars,
Tearing them out of the sky.

Reach further,
Past beauty..
You will find,
Truth in dreams
Lies underneath
The shine.