Art or Truth?
They say your poem doesn’t start
until you start telling the truth Then we are all incomplete –
Unfinished rhymes and hollow lyrics. My lyrics, the most hollow of all, fear exposure – Fear of this. Cowardice kills better judgement and keeps its cursor static… Blinking. I envision how a recital would go:
Honesty murders poetic drama, and the crowd stands in awe
Not of the art, but of the bloodshed that gave it inspiration I really just want to write poetry, but if starting