Thursday, 12 April 2012

Lies, Silence, Violence and Other Such Realities.

I saw, I saw
The swift, sharp movements of the swordsman against
The one he swore to protect.
I heard, I heard
The sweet words of the estranged lady for
The man she couldn't get.

I saw, I saw
The smile upon his face when he was done
As he got up to leave for home.
I heard, I heard
The cry of the quiet woman in the shadows
Who chose to be left alone.

I know, I know
Nobody may really say words that
Can be completely true
I grow, I grow
To realise I can't rely on words which
Don't even come from you.

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