Winds of Truth

Winds of truth blow past

A beautiful collection.

Fall leaves laying gently on a path

Each saying something different

Yet the forgiving ground left my feet

Aching from the walk.

Now I cannot find my anger;

Thinking I left it right here on the bend

But it is nowhere to be found.


Asked him twice if he liked the idea

Of dying drunk and alone in his truck.

No words came out of his mouth this day

Nothing but the stench of cheap beer

Gently floating around the cab.


Misused and misunderstood were my backbone

The one I used to cast everyone aside

As I saw fit.


Evil may have some kind of persistence

But it lacks the patience and refinement

Of good.



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