by Nema   Oct 17, 2012

Please forgive me, Sir
For having taken an empty oath,
And instead of telling your truth,
I told my own.

Words slipped like a stream
Because truth also has
An hourglass.
And then it's set free

You looked at me,
A crowd; alone.
And yet my tongue did not
Shiver. It wasn't me, talking.


Kill me, Sir -
Outwardly, I'd be bleeding
Whilst inwardly, I'm too,
too strong to fall.


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  • 6 years ago

    by Decayed

    So many pieces I want to nominate today. I don't have votes left, dayum.

    From all the poems posted below this piece on your current profile, this is the best one. The Best One.

    Yet I don't know why you kept all 1st words in every stanza capitalized.

    I like the variation in the format between the two halves. First, there were medium sentences, then in the 2nd, they became short. It kind of resembles, in my opinion, the general facade of 'Intertwinement' (new word by you? I think it's intertwining?)--- as if coming closer, also by words.

    I don't claim to understand what you're talking about. I think it's related to politics in a way? .... or even about a young girl who was forced to marry someone, and then she started seeking freedom?

    I don't know.
    Just reading it felt very very amazing.

    EPIC write:)