Input Equals Output by Amy WustrinOh! The lies we tell ourselves
The fibs that keep us going
Stretch the truth until it breaks
Just let the web keep growing
Let's all get tangled up like flies
Then thrash around a little
Until the spiders come to feast
And drain us till we're brittle
Let's shun the truth like terrorism
Wage a war against it
Who needs truth when truth can hurt
And no one will defend it
I can't believe the things I hear
The answers that I'm getting
It gets me pining for the end
That final, last sun setting
Not another of-the-cuff
Revision of the past
Not another lie to fill me up
Then run out fast
Not this same old song and dance
Around what's really real
Not this path that takes us past
The point where we can heal
We'd better make a full account
The reckoning is coming
The truth should be the last thing
That sets our feet to running
So I will face myself alone
The good, the bad, the crazy
But if you refuse to do the same
It's nothing less than lazy
You've spent your lives reminding me
Of my every flaw and weakness
But when the mirror's facing you
It seems your keeping secrets
I wont let the truth I know
Be silenced by ignorant bliss
You can live with your head in the sand
But there's so much you're going to miss 01/21/2009 Author's Note: i got text-evicted from my mothers house because i refuse to whitewash the truth for her benefit anymore. its time she starts owning up to it for mine.
Posted on 01/22/2009 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 01/22/09 at 07:08 AM It all gets complicated once the truth is involved. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/09 at 02:42 AM Seems reasonable. There's some obvious rage running through this thing, and it's awfully damn good. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/13/09 at 02:02 PM Amy, of all these, wonderful quatrains you have writ, I adore the next to last the most. I think it central and sets off the philosophical fireworks and I must say,
eyes are well pleased. |
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