Today’s poem is a free verse poem.
The Truth Teller
he asks
of the truth teller
how come
no one
else is telling
me these
things?
accusing tones
snide glares
stubborn eyes
the truth teller shrugs
gives up again
leaves the old man
in his bitter loneliness
of onion-thin skinned
sword fights of silence
inner battles raging
wielding without wisdom
each life line
severed by his own hands
so we all sit
in smiles and lies
pretending
Common Threads 