The Truth – Marc McCann

Lonely as a scarecrow

I began writing a few years ago as a hobby. I find writing poetry to be a positive, creative outlet for my thoughts and feelings. My work has never been previously published in books or journals. I do occasionally share poems on social media.

The Truth

More honest than winter
Night skies tell no lies
Judgement comes regardless
My lies are white

More deadly than ether
Lonely as a scarecrow
Nighttime leaves slowly
My heart is black

More promise than sunshine
Broken hearts, fractured minds
Older than enzymes
My hope is yellow

More real than children’s eyes
medicated, traumatized
Oceans swell with people lie’s
My blood is crimson

Marc McCann

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