
Raw wounds in bitter light
Seem to be the truth in sight.
But where does the healing end?
In pain or in mend ?
‘Neutralize the sorrow
With a gentle hose of tomorrow’,
Says the heart in fear
Of seeing the truth so near.
It blatantly lies
Like the moon in sunshine
That stays there, unaware
Of its past night
When the dark danced
With the moonbeams
In a quiet wrestle
Of true and false.
‘Where is the truth?’
Cries out the heart,
‘In what dark alley,
In what base light,
Do I see, the truth in sight?’
But I do not trust the silly whims of life,
mere play of shadow and light,
one day it will surely deceive me,
and all lights will go out.
I will laugh at myself
At the whole life I led,
In the play of shadow and light.
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