Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Unsteady – Is The Truth

What burdens do you bear
to stand bewildered
stricken by the warmth of sun.

Or has your steel heart turned brittle
and your blue skies – have they
grown…… too far apart.

Can you see the reflection
in the puddle’d saddened earth
a mirror lost of hope
a face – white washed of eyes.

Do you ever walk across tight ropes….
slender beams – made of string
do you ever ask yourself
how unsteady is the mind
or how unsteady – is the truth.

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