There is truth in poetry
If you sit down and slowly decipher the meaning of that metaphor
But be careful
The truth in poetry is like cyanide
Slowly it will devour you
Your down in the floor
Gasping for air
Your lungs collapsing
Blood coming out of your ears and eyes
Your suddenly screaming, but
Nobody
Can
Hear
You
But before you go through it all
I want to remind you that poetry has repetition
For your own sake the truth is being screamed at you
In repetition
So that you don't go and knock your head off your neck
Forcing us, to write an emotive eulogy of how
you almost tasted the truth.
Inspiring your progenies to passionately embark on that journey
to sniff the truth in poetry
While all along
Its been smeared right on their faces