Where Do I Begin
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
Where do I begin
to tell you what I truly feel
when I myself don’t really know
On the surface all seems well
I’d go so far
to state I’m swell
Digging deeper are revealed
fragile layers
much too real
Thoughts I didn’t know existed
trapped within my
mind’s recesses
Truths and lies
buried so deep
secrets under lock and key
Nuggets of interpretation
flawed decisions
misbegotten
Lassitude, vissisitude
suppressed, repressed
ineptitude
Misspent youth
squandered time
tiny sparks remembrances
Love’s indifference
hate’s crevasse
what’s begun cannot be stopped
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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