Vermin

Vermin

A Poem by Mark

I swept the day and looked for meaning,
but found only hardwood floors and honest ceilings.

No more would I go astray
in sticky lies, failed truths.

I wondered what I would find
if the cobwebs were gone
and no more vermin to hide.

Cold, clean, and alone
I live on the floor of light.

We've become such careless souls;
who can't tell what is truth anymore.


© 2016 Mark


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The meaning found in hard floors and honest ceilings... I really liked this one, and the simple, but dark toned message... Well penned...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Always amazes, (and saddens,) me that given this beautiful gift of a planet we still manage to mostly f*** things up.

boblakin

Posted 7 Years Ago


You got that right
I do like how you ease into the topic and end with a strong truth

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Glad you liked. :)
we are such careless souls who cant tell what is truth anymore. That is a profound and all too real statement.
A short poem but powerfully penned.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you for the review. I'm glad the poem spoke to you. :)
Perfect title. And indeed one feels very alone when only the truth is left. No more character lies, no more facade, no more failed truths. Short and very powerful piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


The cold hard truth has many faces. I loved you use of the word vermin.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I love the honesty in this. So often we look inward but then deny what we see. Not so here.


Beccy.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I connected to the sentiments here. But I would have preferred the last line to read 'who can't tell what is really true.' NO, I think your ending is better.

Posted 8 Years Ago


i like the theme, Mark...the truth is out there somewhere, but yes, temporarily lost.

love the metaphor of the house...hardwood, the tough truth. Honest ceilings...that cloud of conscience overhead...and those cobwebs of past that we try to deny...but when everything is out and the open and nothing is hiding...then we will find truth.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mark

8 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob. I was thinking of my past, specifically a bad marriage where I had to tell lies in .. read more
For some reason I really like this...especially the first 2 lines. Putting it into favorites. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mark

8 Years Ago

Thank you Valentine, I try to write in a way that short circuits reason and just makes you feel. :)

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