Friday, 11 January 2013

Fiction History Hurts

Fiction History Hurts

The history we wish for,
Is never the one to approach
(in novels).
Her pages mislead us;
Build up our hopes,
And have us praying for happier notes.

Then we reach the middle,
Our hearts full,
Our brains busy,
And we hope to untangle the riddle,
Of history.

Its mystery beguiles us,
The ignorant.

But by the end,
We are hopeless and lost.
We have the facts,
And we have shed the tears.
We can no longer go back,
And forget our greatest fears.

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