Small lines
Sharp rhymes
Truth climbs
Out of the dark
Every time
You knock
Tick tock
But truth won’t mock
Or dress itself
To match your clock
You ask
And the mask
You hoped would bask
In gentle light
Instead cracks
Answers bite
Answers fight
Answers show teeth
In the night
They don’t rewrite
The facts
To make them polite
Don’t blame the flame
For calling your name
Don’t shame the frame
For showing the same
Pain
You tried to tame
If you want sweeter clues
Change the roads
You choose
If you want softer news
Stop lighting fuses
You refuse
To lose
But hear this truth
Questions bloom
Their own proof
And the answers
Rough
Tough
Sometimes enough
To split your roof
Still stand
So don’t be mad
At the answers
When you ask
The questions