Tomorrow's News!

As much as I say, the core, I do not give away.
I keep it to myself, for that will dictate
The direction that I will be going in, not choosing.
For that privilege was always with held from me.

I say, I write, not for anyone but for me
So that I can handle the travesty that is mine.
I wish, I dream, I hope but in the end, the reality
Of whose I am, was loved or not cared by will be revealed.

Based on the evidence, of tomorrow’s news.
I will walk away or refuse to acknowledge
That the things that I said, desired or written as truth.
But simply my way of getting through a difficult period.

I've seen it, and I have said, and it sincerely feels as if I am
All alone in all this. As, though, even those who knows
Somehow do not want any part in this. More like I am a
Chancre or a sore that needs to be ignored. Not an angel,
As I have claimed to be.

For more of Ruth's poetry purchase, Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality.

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