Verity

• Joey Lawandos, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

What is there to do when your mind's a mess?
The worlds a chaos and everything is just too much.
I hide my face in worlds that are hardly seen, where reality is thin
and Gods and demons roam in-between.

For me peace is only found in dreams, or when
there's a disconnect between myself and the world
searching for the Faraway Tree.

Solitude dances with me like a new fiancee in June,
and much hasn't changed, I see the roles know the queues,
but I've never felt at ease in the institution of the world.

Often times I feel like crumpled foil, I can even lose myself in my favourite tunes.
Eventually one must face the cold,
the one thing in my life that has never ceased.
Verity is that which doesn't go away once you stop believing in it.

And there it is, the thing we all must face, in differing ways
and in changing paces, eventually we all must face our inner demons
and I must say they have many faces.