The authenticity
Vulnerability
And truth of the pen
Give both
respect and respite
to the writer.
And the most
bewildering betrayal
and
catastrophic crime
is when you prove
the writer's truth,
a lie.
When etched promises
Hopeful words
Mindful melodies
are contorted
by
Conscious carelessness
Indifference
Callous
And cowardice.
As songs are first sung,
as words first
scratched and scribbled,
as
abstract emotions turn to concrete symbols
in the transference
of feeling through finger,
of infatuation through ink,
of pain to pen to page,

The deepest truths that seemed eternal,
Time proved temporal.

And when time makes a liar out of a once-honest writer,
How could the pen
ever trust the hand again?

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