About the Poem
A subtle poem laced with hidden meaning, detailing one of life's greater struggles. What does the author think? You decide.
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Truth is Rarely Pure and Never Simple
"Truth is rarely pure and never simple," read the line.
A quote from who, I'm not sure which,
but plain as day, the message sits
upon a mind of sordid kinds,
which falls within the realm of thought
beneath the scope which conscious wrought
and hands not yours nor mine this day
shall strive no more to pave the way
within such spots as like to rot
from damp, and not,
as you might think,
from drunken writers favoring drink
no, rather from Immortal kinds
who raze our thoughts and blind our eyes
for reasons not quite known to me
and neither yours, who just like thee,
are like to follow wants desire
not the Holy writ entire.
Dance upon your grave today,
laugh until your heart is gay.
A merry song from which to glean
my message truth whose get shall wean
more further groping truths entire
to save thy heart from sulfurous fire.