Wednesday, January 05, 2011


Tied around my neck

That noose... That draws ever tighter

The enigmatic notions of true falsehood

Waking in its mire.

The truth of our simplicity

I wake to questions of sincerity

Flushed from the lies I previously told myself.....

self about my selflessness, only to realise my self serving

Was never and perhaps... In actuality to do with a paradigm of me

The lewd texture of composure

Visceral in its vivid nuance...

Lead by self's doubts and quartered truths

Wilted by the reality of my alternate, redefined, concocted version

of whom I want to see versus the true me

Gray is the colour or my cowardice

I never knew the release honesty gives...

Till I tried crying with no tears...

Grief with no lewd jeers....

Honesty with no fear....

I've grown through being Naked.

© Seyi Sage Awolesi 115527102010...... Naked truth sets you free