Life's Cutting Room Floor Poem by Paul Brookes

Editing life like reels of film
subjective steamlining sessions
expurgaters, leaving snippets on the floor,
sweeping them to the corners of memory.

pain soothed by balming amnesia
living for the moment
our little white lies and
cover ups don't bear scrutiny

we fools who fool ourselves, fool no one
but take comfort in our altered memories,
no matter how slewed;
after all none of us wants to that person.

If we let reality in we tumble
sliding quickly into insanity
up holding the pretence
as if we are the only ones who know the truth.

but then truth is always open to interpretation.