Poem -
Not My Own
The truth is just a curse
An endless search for answers
To the same question you repeat
What are you hiding from me
The end is always the same
You become aware of the Life
That you couldnβt see
And now that you know itβs true
You believe that you found a way
To escape the pain that comes
When you notice that you have
Nothing left to lose
Betrayed by the choices youβve made
The truth becomes your excuse
To refuse that desire inside of you
To know how it ends
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Comments
Amazing ink, welcome to cosmofunnel
Nice Writing!!
Good Writing Good Work
Well Written!!!!
Keep writing your thoughts and let it be rewarded............
This was very thought provoking..Β truth as an excuse to know how things end. I do wonder what this is in reference to, or what exactly you mean here. Maybe I should be taking my own meaning, but I do wonder what thoughts belie this ending.
I enjoyed the raw melancholic tone.
With love, dear poet x
I am so interested in this poem.Β