Poetry Tuesday – The Only Truth

We find it strange

How the tear falls

A minute too late

After the flood has begun.

Sad, little, inquisitive minds,

Wouldn’t you like to know

Where the real danger lies?

A black, rotten heart

Falls to pieces in its own decay

And the remnants are broken down

To dirt on the ground.

It goes to show

What all our pride stands for

When the sand is washed

Down some undiscovered river

To the ocean’s forgotten depths.

Then it is too late,

Too deep, to reach far enough

Down into the damp, desolate hell

We create for ourselves.

Only then too late

Were our eyes truly opened,

Only to be blinded

By the fog of our sins

And the heavy blackness

Of our impurities.

This is the only truth

We succumb to.

–written in 1999

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Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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