How Can We Know

You cannot judge a book by its cover,
nor the beguiling smile of your lover,
for what lurks beneath under guise,
may be all you truly despise;
yet we fool ourselves in complacency,
rejection too much an affront,
and in doing so create a path
from which there is no return.

How can we know,
what will ensue and dash our hopes,
sew the seeds of discontent
in a glorious field of possibility;
how can we recognize true motives,
woven within joy and commitment,
when all along the seizing of want and need,
is only temporary?

How can we live with distrust,
or even just trust too much,
for both hampers life in too many ways,
and truth, like a caste shadow, looms;
are we blind on purpose, putting off the inevitable,
or are we just hoping for the best,
when the worst haunts our dreams,
and endings mark too many beginnings.

We are sensitive little flowers, defiled and wan,
the treadmill ongoing, the hurt owing,
yet we go on, forever hopeful for love,
and a lasting experience;
perhaps judgement is useless,
uncovering no more than echoes,
and we should look with open eyes,
to whatever comes, truth or lies.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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