True Truth

Poem about accepting loss.

In what perspective should I look
There's a great confusion running through
My mind is set within a book
They fenced my brain with all the rough

What a crap it has made me
Tomorrow seems another bad day
Opposing forces, what should it be?
There are no clear words, what can I say?

You now have left, no way you'll return
You now have forgotten all the things we shared
All the memories, should I burn?
And if I had, you would've not cared

I used to live in my elder's words
To face the light though I can't hear
To sweep the tears and draw the swords
To choose the stones which I can bear

Now is the time to see the true truth
To melt the rock that's in my heart
To accept the things with less of ruth
To hear with ears, not abstract art!