I fear, the serrated truth
shall incision my pretend paradise, if
I let my eyes see or let my ears hear.
I sandpaper it with aches of my own
I wrap it up in my colourful memories
and bury it deep enough in the attic of my mind
For, I dont want to know
that we, who are so kind and so giving and so nurturing
are also culpable
of cruelty of staying mum of looking away
as another, one of us, is forced to swallow red hot coals in the name of life.
Writing after a long time for the Poets United Midweek Motif and the prompt this week is Truth. I have been busy with AtoZ in April and then creating an ebook out of it. You can download it for FREE HERE. Would love to know what you think of the ebook.