The reading of a fundamental scoop?

The heart in grief feels like an abscessed tooth
Too pained to sleep or chatter with the group
We fear a dark acquaintance with the truth

What savage way shall be our burdened proof;
The reading of a fundamental scoop?
The heart in grief throbs like an abscessed tooth

What innocence was left for us to lose?
Our faces pale, see how the eyes still weep!
We fear a deep acquaintance with the truth

And if we meet it, how shall that be used?
From our  hearts where does sorrow creep?
The heart in grief throbs like an abscessed tooth

We need to lie, to live while still confused
The  algebra  of logic’s sieved unsent
We die from  our acquaintance with the truth

Where the mind and soul who has this dreamt?
Where is God, if that sentence makes sense?
The heart in grief feels like an abscessed tooth
Yet we are on poor terms with the cost

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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