the truth

by anthony

the truth

he says

 

son

it doesn’t exist

 

I can tell you a story

word for word

and it never happened

doesn’t exist

cause truth is pure reality

and reality is now

and now never exists

cause it keeps on passin’ by

with no taste

with no sound

with no scent

 

it just keeps on disappearing

and when you stare into the bottom

of that glass

and see the jaunted reflection

the screaming coming from

the silence

that has always existed

the sorrow

the heart wrenching

animosity

of memory

vs

ambition

you begin to peel away the skin

those precious layers

that youth clings to

and that dreams create

beliefs

create

fairy tales

create

delusions

create

relief

and one day

you look up

and your last 20 years are gone

and your last 20 days are left

and you stare at that puddle

and you wonder

what is it?

where has it gone and for what and why

and how has it gone with who and how come?

 

Then the trickle begins

You look up to that slobbering grin

whether it be her or him or you

and

well

you become grateful

cause the answers

are hidden under the water

 

the tears start

the pity rapes you

the organs implode

and the breath deepens

 

he stares into that one ounce glass

 

 

 

the truth is

 

one by one

tears refill it

and he stares

still

waiting

minutes

days

years

 

the truth

 

he slumps

one last time

drools and dreams

then

 

the truth…

what you think

it is

 

shoots

sleeps

and dissolves

 

doesn’t exist

 

 

 

af