BrokenWordsPoet

Books, Truths, Lies

 

 

You want to know who I am
Look at me when I speak
I am the pages in a book
You read me one by one
telling you everything
telling you nothing
running truths and lies together 

 

Yet
 

I possess you
In your addiction
To know who I am
I am a book
We are all books
With our truths and lies
When the story is over

We are cast aside.

 

                                        © James W. McRight Jr.  2001

Comments2

  • sokibgb

    Intense, real and beautiful. I'm glad you decided to be an entire book. I decided I would name my own book a long time ago and although sometimes it changes from suspense and drama to comedy mingle with tragedy my book of Life is never boring It also helps to understand all the other books. Great poem, soki

  • baj-a

    someone once said we all have a book inside us waiting to be written. some of us write that book in prose, others in poetry, but we all keep rewriting our lives as we go along. strong intense poem!



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