Now I Know

Blindly born believing men,
Thrusting my trust on all of them,
Thinking that trusting can't be threat,
Tighting my treaty and not my belt..

Time unveiling the secret tent,
Where lies and feigns sit in tens,
Faces twinkling with deadly pearls,
And mind hoping to dine on flesh.

I keep my world back to myself,
My love, my life, my dream and sense.
Cos now I Know, I'm here alone,
To carry my cross across my road.

Author's Note

I'm sorry I came back with this kind of piece. It was actually a feelings that a moment left me with.
How have you been everyone?

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one has the sound of bitter memories. The specifics are not stated, but apparently the speaker was taken advantage of in relationship repeatedly. The memory of those betrayals has not faded and still causes pain. Although we get the feeling the speaker has not been emotionally destroyed by the experiences, the last verse indicates the ability to trust has been badly wounded. One can only hope some kind of therapy can help.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, John.
You see it all right.

[Laura Kate]

This poem seems quite sad to me, as if hopes were dashed and you have come to realise that you are the only person you can truly count on. This is a sad lesson to learn but also an important part of life. I do feel however, that there is light at the end of the tunnel, and that we learn lessons from every twist and turn in life, even the most heartbreaking and distressing ones. I hope that you will find the right person to help you carry your cross some day :). Best wishes, Laura.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you, Laura.
I think I've found a hope in God.
I really appreciate your kind review.

[Laura Kate]

If you have found peace, I am very happy for you.

[Eilis]

Hi, Kay. This is my first encounter with your poems, and from your author's note I'm wondering if this is much different from your other work. I think the sentiments here are probably widely understood. Seems like a part of the path of life to recognize we are doing this largely on our own. I suppose it all comes back to how we use that discovery and whether we let it master us.

I really enjoyed your choice of language in stanza two where you said: 'Faces twinkling with deadly pearls,' that image is going to be circling in my head all day, I think. Your way of expressing yourself overall in the poem was stirring and articulate.

Nice to read your work, and nice to meet you.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you very much for stopping by, Eilis.
My poems are mostly philosophical but sometime I write on other genres, depending on what my spirit brings to me.

And it's my pleasure to meet you too.

[Fay Slimm]

Although this is sad in part the wisest thing is to write it all out and then often the answers become clearer - - - at least that is what I have found Kay - -- keep penning and best of wishes.............. Fay

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much for this wonderful review, Fay.

[Karmee]

sad, emotional read, written so well.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Kitseth.
I really appreciate.

[Karmee]

not a problem

[Neville]

apologies are unnecessary.. I can feel a fair amount of pain here in these words.. maybe some anger and resentment to.. however.. there is optimism too and that shows spirit... welcome back...

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Neville.
I'm glad to hear from you again.

[Neville]

my pleasure entirely ...

[barleygirl]

I can very much relate to your unusual message. I say "unusual" becuz you describe something very relatable, but in terms that are a little bit mysterious & veiled. I like that. As I grow old, it is very tempting to become deeply jaded & cynical. I fight this every day, to find a balance between believing in people & just writing the whole damn lot of humans off! I read something in a book last night: "I don't have to like them, I just have to know how to deal with them" (or something like that). Your tone feels weary, like this narrator is losing the fight to stay optimistic (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you for this wonderful review, Margie.
If I've never face this kind of situation, I'll never know how to handle life.

[Chris Shaw]

First of all it is good to see you. Your poem is sad. I used to put my trust in everyone until I got my fingers burned. That is a hard lesson to learn. However is is sadder still to trust no one. That is a recipe to be lonely my friend. Enjoyed the read. Thank you Kay.

'Faces twinkling with deadly pearls' is a great line.

Never apologise for what your muse gifts you.

Chris

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you Chris.
Life teaches the best everyday. And I'm glad I'm learning.

You review brings me peace.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has such a sad and forlorn sound to it as the protagoinist shares a sense of betrayal by those he trusted openly. Nicely penned.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, John.