Art or Truth?

They say your poem doesn’t start
until you start telling the truth

Then we are all incomplete –
Unfinished rhymes and hollow lyrics.

My lyrics, the most hollow of all, fear exposure – Fear of this.

Cowardice kills better judgement and keeps its cursor static… Blinking.

I envision how a recital would go:
Honesty murders poetic drama, and the crowd stands in awe
Not of the art, but of the bloodshed that gave it inspiration

I really just want to write poetry,

but if starting means I must tell my truth,

I’d rather drop my pen and walk away.

Photo Credit: Google Images:)

Questions, Comments, Feedback?! Let us know what you think!!!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s