The Fault Line
Lying is just a game like dice roll.
Never dealing with personal shame,
fingers crossed, the issues I control;
lying was just a game.
Always looking for who I could blame.
Partial truths were a see-through blindfold;
my world split wide open all the same.
Choking myself in a stranglehold,
I lost my mind, disgraced by lies' claim.
I paid the price for being so bold -
lying ruined my good name.
roundel, written November 23, 2016
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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