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DEAD END

by P.T. Brooks

When these words are heard

Let them be heard with surety

For they are the foundation of truth

And the edge to all your slanted lies



Love is not the answer to hate

Hate is not contradicting

As death also is not



Death is a promise

Life is a gift

So it seems to be given with circumstance



So if love is a gift

The opposing seems required

After all is admired

Time will retire

And leave us in ashes to sift



Memories aren't chosen

But bitter seems to stick

Maybe we allow it to

But the point is simply this



If love will turn to hate

And time retires there

There is no place to recreate

The means that brought us here



10/10/2007

Posted on 10/10/2007
Copyright © 2020 P.T. Brooks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/11/07 at 05:05 AM

"If love will turn to hate And time retires there There is no place to recreate The means that brought us here."--I really like that. One of those things where all you can really do is think of how well the writer put it.

Posted by Mike Loftis on 10/15/07 at 04:25 PM

Man!! This is good. Good insight and well written.

Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 08/03/08 at 09:45 AM

well said.

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