Nomad Writer

I write to find meaning and connect with the world around me…

April 9, 2019

Truth

Truth appears to be–
A snake
Slithering upon us
From behind
Sinking its fangs
Deep into our flesh
Unapologetic and ruthless

Releasing venom
Coursing through our veins
And we fight it
Tending our wounds in fallacy
Thus we remain ill
For we refuse
Truth’s bitter medicine

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Scriberly

I’m a Caribbean writer with high hopes of being a published author/poet, connecting with the wider writing community through my work.