Some things...
By D.L. Husband
Some things are black and white -
most things are not.
In some decisions the grey matter abounds and grey are the clouds above the clouded thoughts. Shrouded in the trivialities, the minutiae and the wherefores. The whos, whats, hows, whens and whys.
The fond farewells or beleaguered goodbyes.
Standing in parallel, the truth shares a garden fence with the lies. I don’t deny seeing things this way, the air is cloying as if breathing surrounded by smoke, the truth is suspended from a limb with a rope, the lies suffered an overdosed suicide, guilt from every tale that was spun to keep some vainest hope of truth alive.