Never True

Walls as cold as a gallery.
Painting portraits
But the canvas is blank.
Straight lines that unwind,
an unrewarding message.

A conversation superseded,
I read between the lines.
Same old story since day one,
Lost circling a moment
Deep inside my head.

Twisting theories into bigger knots;
a well-known stale routine.
Can I change my ways?
Can I confront my past?
These wounds are self inflicted.

Tethered to a ghost.
To a memory.
The truth was like swallowing sand.
Losing my direction,
time to make amends.

Welcome to a depression,
That I'll learn was never true.

Reviews

[Scott Durham]

Having experience in the areas of paranoia and wasted hours lost in insecurity, I feel at home in this piece. Writers in general will like this for its naked honesty. Casual poetry reader might blow right by it with no effect, but a writer will feel this one.

[Jamie]

Such depth and power! Great job!

[JC]

very nicely done, true and real, with depth and character.

[Arrow]

This seems to me that you don't know which direction you want to head in life, or you have a slight confusion of the world around you. I love how it is written, and it's darkly beautiful.

[Gabrielle Linch]

I guess you could say it's a little bit of both. And thank you so much!