The reality of things, <br />Often pricks and stings. <br />The reality of things, <br />Can bring on tears and sorrow. <br />The reality of things, <br />Often pricks and stings. <br />And usually with it brings, <br />Eyes to cry unending. <br /> <br />Traumatic is reality that's done. <br />To witness those who run, <br />Away from the truth that comes. <br /> <br />Traumatic is reality that's done. <br />To witness those who run, <br />Away from a truth that has them stunned. <br /> <br />And pretentions once sat on fences quit, <br />Knowing kept pretentions have no benefits. <br />And wounded are the ones with heads, <br />Lowered in shame. <br />Claims to blame others have minds deranged. <br /> <br />Traumatic is reality that's done. <br />To witness those who run, <br />Away from a truth that has them stunned. <br />With nowhere to heal or hide to overcome. <br /> <br />The reality of things, <br />Often pricks and stings. <br />The reality of things, <br />Can bring on tears and sorrow. <br />The reality of things, <br />Often pricks and stings. <br />And usually with it brings, <br />Eyes to cry unending.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reality-of-things-2/
