Truth

Give me you raw with wounds weeping, on back foot reeling

Give me you with soul laid bare, stood stock still while eyes wide with thousand mile stare

Come sit with me in silence with n'ery a word spoken, or whilst words flow like water o'er dam broken

Give me not answers untrue, no false smiles while held together in ways possible you never knew

Give me the truth of you, whether stitched together or in a thousand pieces waiting to be built anew

A Rogues poem, by Joseph Friend