The reality of things,
Often pricks and stings.
The reality of things,
Can bring on tears and sorrow.
The reality of things,
Often pricks and stings.
And usually with it brings,
Eyes to cry unending.
Traumatic is reality that's done.
To witness those who run,
Away from the truth that comes.
Traumatic is reality that's done.
To witness those who run,
Away from a truth that has them stunned.
And pretentions once sat on fences quit,
Knowing kept pretentions have no benefits.
And wounded are the ones with heads,
Lowered in shame.
Claims to blame others have minds deranged.
Traumatic is reality that's done.
To witness those who run,
Away from a truth that has them stunned.
With nowhere to heal or hide to overcome.
The reality of things,
Often pricks and stings.
The reality of things,
Can bring on tears and sorrow.
The reality of things,
Often pricks and stings.
And usually with it brings,
Eyes to cry unending.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reality-of-things-2/
