The space of your truth

A place without a view and curtains drawn,
nobody could get in, except by force.
Two doors, that’s all we saw, but what went on?
If secrets were a room, then this was yours.

I liked to think its walls were red and gold.
It’s where you went when you had been with me.
Sometimes I thought the smell of it proved mould;
another truth behind these doors maybe.

You kept the creature in that room, I know
there was no other option, no such way.
The secret of your live would not just go,
you kept it in its cage and made it stay.

Your truth, the one that you still feed with lies
will live forever as your own surmise.

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Comments on: "The space of your truth" (8)

  1. This is terrific.

    Some people are just like that!!! summed up wonderfully in those last two lines

    Much love
    David
    xxx

  2. Love this!

    The thought if feeding “truth”with lies is what I did troughout my active alcoholic years!

    Love the analogy of secrets being a room

    L&H xx!

  3. Of feeding, not if! Sorry! Xx

  4. ‘Your truth, the one that you still feed with lies
    will live forever as your own surmise.’

    Now, that’s the way to make a rhyme … like a puzzle piece that just slides right in! XO

    • lol I am not too sure if “surmise” would go with “with lies”, is it SURmise or surMISE.. I hope surMISE! 🙂 xx

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