False Truth

False Truth short poem

Photo by Nisha A

Fateful memories prick me today
Taking me back to life’s old way
A storm of dry and vacant tears
Snatches away all my cheers
My deadly life just spins around
Making me sit back rolled up in a wound
Cause it was all a false truth.

Bright sunshine was ever with me
But now it’s the dark that befriends me
Loneliness is my sole company
My poor heart’s a tyranny
I am still weeping and serenading
Yet unbelievingly I go on peeping
To blend into the reality of this false truth.

A truth that keeps on knocking
At my fond heart’s window so unchanging
Yet realising that my heart was squeezing
Out all pains that it was feeling
I still went on pariently waiting
Cause I wasn’t sure what was happening
Until I knew that it was just false truth.

Soaking up myself with fond memories
Floating amidst my own stories
Falling down from a heaven high cliff
Hitting the ground and getting so stiff
More complicated than a tricky jigsaw
Hit so hard by life’s hacksaw
After facing that false truth.

My very own life broke up my trust
And abandoned me until I’d rust
Spaces and distances waiting to be filled
To cure my ailments before I am killed
Kept beating me from fathoms beneath
Until I could name it, ‘The False Truth’.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Sara Sultana

Sara Sultana

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I m 15 years old and i live in mysore, karnataka, India. I love writng and reading poetry. And i m particularly fond of the poems of Wordsworth.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

The Plain Truth

The Plain Truth long poem

Justice has been slain in the market place Corruption the order of the day How can I be happy? Who is gonna save us Many for the few Few for the many Justice for the rich Injustice for the poor

The Truth

The Truth sonnet poems

When you believe your truth is true And other truths are wrong Then to the colors there’s no hue No rhythm to the song It’s based on your view of life Which comes from all you’ve seen Rich or poor,

Twinkling Truth

Twinkling Truth ode

They say husbands are supposed to be strong I think many have it wrong. Husbands have feelings and emotions too But many wives don’t have a clue. Give him a chance to express himself You just might understand how he

The Truth

The Truth short poem

Truth is the most bitter word which people can’t recognise in this real world. Truth is we just say society is cruel but we forgot we are the one who make it brutal truth is we just say nobody help

Truth

Truth prose poem

Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like