in the sand

read my mind and you'll know
where the truth is buried
I dug the holes years ago
in the soft sand
thinking it would set me free
only brought me sickness
sense couldn't be made
words of hate were thrown
at anyone who would stand
still long enough
weak, cold, and broken
truth cut away my compassion
for human life
so I separated
the truth into small piles
divide and conquer
I buried the fractions far apart
making sure some still remained
with me
a minuscule amount
filling my jean pockets
if you're lucky enough
to find my truth
carry only a small amount away
don't leave me with nothing

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