On Unreliable Narrators
Perhaps we are all unreliable narrators.
Each human experience being subjective.
Who would we assign the title of reliable?
Certainly not the disciples for they have thrills to gain.
Maybe the father himself, thought I might argue for proof.
We must rely on ourselves, though the living is lonely.
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The title pulled me into and through this well-crafted and timely/timeless poem. Deeply thoughtful and relatable exploration of responsibility: “Perhaps we are all unreliable narrators.” Thank you for sharing
Thank you!