You tell your tale with ease, my friend.
It's no wonder they believe.
You say what they want to hear,
captivating all.
Not me.
If you didn't need my faith,
we could take things as they are,
spinning fables together.
A conspiracy of two.
Not so.
You must add me to your list,
and though I love your dark reality
I despise the sugared confection
of your lie.
Not you.
Go and find your easy prey,
the gullible, the charmed.
Somewhere in that wider world
is your next adherent.
Not here.
This is a Sunday Scribblings post.
4 comments:
Curiously I found this quite political! It must be the season.
September 23, 2012 at 3:14 PMIt's easier to tell the truth.. for all concerned..
September 23, 2012 at 4:35 PMThose little codas (if that's the right term) were what my attention focused on..important words to say..when you need to..Jae
September 24, 2012 at 7:33 AMthis is my favourite for Sunday scribblings - what a fabulous poem.
September 25, 2012 at 10:35 AMPost a Comment