Truth Is A Double-Edged Sword Poem by Rifhan Miller

Two sides of a page never co-exist, and won’t convene
Though the front’s all you’ve seen.
Its intentional ink blots and lipstick stains are obscured,
Its integrity smeared and blemished.
It left blanks with my name printed over
With an abrupt “And they lived happily ever after”.

Two sides of a page tell the same tale, unflawed in semblance
They articulate reciprocated misdeed,
Though each claims its innocence
Flip it over: It’s the side you haven’t seized;
The one you don’t comprehend.
It’s the part with the abrupt “The End”.

The horse’s mouth is shared by two partitive voices
But only three, not two will forge its bridges
They are attended by a pair of ears – Yours alone.