The creation of a downfall
Self-sabotage for the wicked
A mirrorless reflection
lies in the space between
Grappling for truth or
grappling for you
It doesn’t matter to
find in vain the real you
Bones crackle to delude
the path of the wicked
Mist follows their vision
as smoke consumes the
cloud that rains acid
The feelings land on a
rainless path of infertile emotion
Lack of guile
The turning of the wicked
The reflection reveals its artifice
A void that stares back at you
A past that writes the future
A future that hides your truth
A truth that evades to
save you from the real you
Painting by Montserrat Gudiol
Smoke words every day. 
11 responses to “[485] The Harsh Truth”
Deep! ❤
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As always.
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Thank you!
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Ending lines stirred me the most ❤️💙
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So glad they did 🙂
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Wonderful poem! 👌 Profound lines with extensive imagery!
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Thank you so much!
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Wow Rahul, those last four lines truly stick with me…what powerful words! This entire piece is so stunning and deeply beautiful. I am in awe yet again! Always a treat to read your work, my dear friend 🖤🤗
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So glad you liked those lines. Thank you. Reading your comments is also always a treat!
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