Portrait

Once more the penny drops
The broken thoughts align
It cannot be, I cannot see
Where it all began

False memories are easier
To adopt and motivate
The true portrait more ugly
An image I don't want to see

What if I hung it on the wall
Proudly on display
To be told it lacks authenticity
The painter drenched in sin

What if I hid it in the loft
Buried under debris
Never to be seen
Locked away for eternity

This portrait tells a story
Though it's lines are blurred
Each brush stroke undefined
I cannot know its truth

The chiming bell calls time
On indecisive thought
But paralyzed, I am
A bewildered beast of burden