Truth’s Bitterness
The cold bitterness of dark draped
itself over the sky.
A thin, ghostlike sliver of the moon
rose to turn the sky a murky gray.
The trees quiver in the frosted
winds.
Each leaf looks as though it is made
of a sheet of tarnished silver.
The ocean’s giant waves surged
against the wet sand, and the moon shone in slivers upon the water.
A bitter cold wind blew as I stood
fearing the truth, the truth that lies just beyond the icy waves of the dark, a
truth that no one wishes to know.
by Mindy Hawk, All Rights Reserved
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