Poetry As I Lie by Ciaran Burke After my fall, I lieAs I have been lying,to create a mythology of existence,the reality of an untruthful truth.I lie, waiting for admiration,some recognition of my presence,highlighted in a cold illumination,venal structures, my underside exposed.As I lie, I wait, for the external force,The reality to move me,Tumble me, blow me to a dark place where I can rest and return to earthAs I lie, I wait, for the external force,The reality to move me,Tumble me, blow me to a dark place where I can rest and return to earthAnd lying in the face of cold realityI might find a truththat after the beauty of my fall has fadedI will breakdown.My fibre and being becoming one with the truth of life.- Ciaran Burke Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
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