adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Confession, a poem

Confession

Anything I say may be used
against me. I have the right
to remain silent but that
is not about to happen.

Sort out the lies in my confession,
if you can. I have more
where those came from, each plausible
enough, each asking you to believe.

I’ll believe them, too, if you
ask. I’ll believe but not one
of my convictions will stand when I
testify against myself.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

Not very poetry-oriented at the moment --- been spending lots of time practicing and learning songs, as well as having started into the writing of the next novel (WAVES, a sequel to my 'Florida novel,' SHAPER). I am also working up an all-in-one edition of the Donzalo's Destiny novels. Should have a hardcover version of that available before long, a paperback to follow eventually.

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