Poetry

You know

nothing as you look into the deepest parts of me today.

Your eyes are open and your mouth is no longer speaking lies about me, as you now know the truth.

And even you can’t seem to want to repeat what you know now, for it’s too much for you to process all at once.

And like a computer, if you try to put it all together too quickly you will crash and maybe you will recover some facts but not all of it.

So you sit quietly there feeling like this is such an honor to know my truth and I let you believe that as I finally get some quiet and peace now that your ugliness is no more.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes