Truth
Soporific sunlight stains weathered walls silent;
Inside, corridors echo the empty laughter of
Old, rousing reckless memories of a
Forgotten pain, disengaged scream.
The missing mother’s touch, conceived by the
Tyrant’s wrongful molesting, seduced
Silent suffering. Those curtains caress
Tears shed childishly. That was allowed.
Trees’ unrelenting whistles still remain
Unheard; they understood the anguish
Emanating, yet they are unconscious.
We can no longer hide from the truth.
© Joseph Tradescent, 9/11/2004
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