Patrick Wescott

Rookie (10/01/1970 / Webster, New Hampshire)

Untitled (Ix) (1993)

Poem by Patrick Wescott

Do you understand what you hear?
Can you afford to see the truth?
Look past your preconceptions,
forget the stories told from a thousand lips.

Do you see what its like to be trapped?
To play a hand forced upon you?
Imagine your childhood, ripped away,
replaced by a harsh reality.
No chance to experience or learn,
just sudden realization of the truth.

Live in a place where truth is false,
and lies are reality.
Spoken by others,
yet forced on you to live.

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Comments about Untitled (Ix) (1993) by Patrick Wescott

  • Erhard Hans Josef Lang (8/19/2006 6:10:00 AM)

    Fair enough to have this piece of yours - a good poem, indeed - untitled.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2005