Monday, April 20, 2009

Compromise

Sometimes it seems at every turn
I make the wrong decision;
Or so does find my warden mind
With judgment and derision.

So I trade authenticity,
For safety, pretense, lies--
And while I go on living,
The Truth inside me dies.

Ruth Powers, copyright 2009
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2 comments:

  1. Crabby McSlackerApril 22, 2009 at 5:32 AM

    What a great poem!

    I love to read something deep and thoughtful, especially in rhyme.

    Rhymes make me so happy, I don't know why.

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  2. RuthApril 22, 2009 at 7:01 AM

    Crabby,

    I myself am drawn to the tension between dark subject matter (like in this poem) and rhyme. Sometimes, I have a hard time NOT rhyming.

    Thanks for reading and commenting.

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