"With Truth Comes Lies"
A poem by: Joshua Garner
Do you sense the direction, that 'With Truth Comes Lies'?
What am I thinking?
Why am I thinkning it?
When something comes to ease my mind
I just prop up on a stump and occassionally find; my place in this open field of a life
As I yell to myself, as these lips begin to quiver; I bite them
As I nervously bite my nails and try to fight the aching pain; I hide it
Why am I so lonely in this land of lost souls, waiting to be found?
I am red in this bed of roses
Hurting in this bed of thorns
Grey in these clouds of mourn
And for all those years people have worn me down; I feel used
Like a shirt passed down the line
'With Truth Comes Lies'
For a lie is the farthest thing from ever becoming wise
It's time for a change in this life
Mark my words as I stand on this earth
I stand for what is right; out of hiding
Behind my cares I've kept held inside
'With Truth Comes Lies'
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