Sunday’s Poetry Post

Honesty

 

Truth’s pieced

Like a

Quilt since

Everybody lies.

 

Random bits

Stitched together

That protect

And hide.

 

But maybe

That’s the

Only way

Anyone survives?

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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