There are sides
of the story that we
believe. There are confessions

that we do not
desire to absorb, yet
our feelings are compromised.

We talk like
there is no end of the
day, we speak further of

what we know.
Something important is
missing sometimes.

Contentment does not
exist in the hearts of
the pride and the selfish.

We use unfair reasons to
defend ourselves, but we
ignore the consequences.

Do we still see
ourselves as human beings
who can model the truth?




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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