Tell Me The Truth

Take a stand and let me know
Which direction we shall go
A nearer time than today
Shall not again come our way...

Hearts be true yet hands be still
Paralyzed, they wait until
The moments have all but passed
Few in reach are left to grasp...

Like a ghost crept out at night
Moaning still his weary plight
Haunts the chambers where he lived
The life he spent unfulfilled...

The vapors of something lost
Into composition tossed
Makes this unnatural ghost
A most disconsolate host...

I fear that's what's left of me
An unrepairable deficiency
Truth cannot be falsified
Somewhere-it appears
In full bloom and more sincere...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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