Listen to poem:
A Labyrinth of Lies
When my sister died, grandma said, it would be okay,
She lied, it was never okay again in my life, ever again;
And as each person I loved died, she said the same thing,
Then, when she died, no one ever said that to me ever again.
Mom died and people said she was in a better place,
And she is tending God's garden, really, lies, lies, lies;
My mother is at Notre Dame Cemetery in a deep grave,
Her bones rotting, don't tell me sweet lies to make it better.
When I told my boyfriend Henri that I was going blind,
He could not wait to leave and told me sweet little lies;
Lies, lies, lies, he did not wait for further testing to happen,
Seems the progression is slow, not until I am an old, old lady.
I have had many friends in this tangled path of mine,
And many- who I thought were true blue and forever;
But, they were snakes striking out at my trusting heart,
Then, I told sweet little lies when they called me on the phone.
But the worst is when someone I respect and trust,
Says let me tell you the truth, oh why could you not lie;
Tell me a sweet little lie, why did you have to hurt me so,
One little lie is all that was needed, not a dagger to my heart.
Lies, lies, lies, sweet little lies, swirling and spinning,
What is truth, what is a lie, God has promised me much;
A paradise, a mansion with many rooms, and eternal eternity,
Well, I will have to wait- were these sweet little lies or the truth.
_________________________
June 24, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/A Labyrinth Of Lies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-886-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Sweet Little Lies
sponsor, Silent One
Ninth Place
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment