Because there is no comfort in the truth- K. B

Because there is no comfort in the truth

 
Because
There is
No comfort
In the truth,
I stay afloat
On the sea
Of murmur.

There is nothing
in graves but bones
While the ocean
Is alive
with the memory
Of men.

Because
There is
No comfort
In the truth,

I stay afloat
Near the surface
To feel
The sun.

I sing to console the pain,
I drink to forget troubles and come
Back in full shape and fitness.

The long afternoons at the bar
Spread with lengthy conversations
About art in the middle of the saloon,
Slot machines raving mad with
The sound of gain and losses

I lost my sight in drunkenness
Heat and miserable pass times
Necessary to relax the mind
From lucidity in times of scarce
Ressources.

In the sea of murmurs,
I heard my mother
The prophet,
My dear father
And so many
Soft voices
Whispering
Words of
Tenderness,

I heard the
Cannons of war
And the triumph
Of victory,

I sustained
Heavy magic
Mistaken
By love.

Because
There is
No comfort
In the truth,
I listen to
The same
Tracks,

I follow
The same
Trail
With slow
And few rewards,

Ungrateful
As I can be,
Passing by
The blessings
In self-sufficient
Carelessness.

Isn’t the night
So full of love,
Of secrets ?

Isn’t it
Beautiful?

I stopped
Boasting
About
Anything
To focus
On these
Dresses
I wear
When
I’m alone,

Surrounded
By the creator
Of all things,

And love.

K.B

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