Tied around my neck

That noose… That draws ever tighter

The enigmatic notions of true falsehood

Waking in its mire


The truth of our simplicity


I wake to questions of sincerity

Flushed from the lies I previously told myself…..

self about my selflessness, only to realise myself serving

Was never and perhaps… In actuality to do with a paradigm of me


The lewd texture of composure


Visceral in its vivid nuance…

Lead by self’s doubts and quartered truths

Wilted by the reality of my alternate, redefined, concocted version

of whom I want to see versus the true me


Gray is the colour or my cowardice


I never knew the release honesty gives…

Till I tried crying with no tears…

Grief with no lewd jeers….

Honesty with no fear….


I’ve grown through being Naked.



© Seyi Sage Awolesi… Wordsmith… 115527102010…… Naked truth sets you free


About CerebralCausality

I am an Architect, Photographer, Poet, Writer. I'd say a bit of a renaissance man. I love and imbibe creativity of all forms as it is the essence of life itself. Take a walk down the myriad process that invigorates my mind, be still for a spell and let my words dwell in your subconscious allowing you to intellectually copulate with me.

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