Clark

The Redness That Blinded Me

my blanket covers the lower half of me except my toes

the fan is on even with this wintertime chill

lights are on because i'm afraid of the dark

but that's okay because i am not afraid you

i am not afraid of my problems 

as i face them with my stone cold hands

you can not move me

the truth always comes out and

now that i see clearly

i can remove the redness that blinded me

honesty plunges its way up through the ground

as it always gives it's revenge

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write and so true. If you always tell the truth remembering the lies doesn't then exist.

  • Damaged Soul/Kindred Spirit

    And the truth shall set you free, Yes, I believe this to be true as well. I enjoyed your take on this obvious truth. This is a great piece of work.



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