Ugly Truth

The truth isn't always pretty.

 

I take veils away

Unceremoniously

I reveal the wrinkles of shallow days

 

My verses are unspeakable:

Of them, I speak anyway

I don't whisper my profanity

I don't whisper my profanity

 

I am inside euphemistic blues

Just behind the horizon you stare at

With comprimised hues

Ventures toward me are best

But a trail ventured less

I am too far away

I am too far away

 

I am treasure unvalued

Or not valued right

I place ripples of reality

In the folds of unbridled daylight

But theres always partial night

There is always partial night

The End

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