A Little White Lie
I didn't mind
A little white lie
I made a tapestry
A testament to this
My deep sorrow
Painted gray
Splashes here and there
Nowhere soon
Kicked the bucket
Stubbed my toe
I screamed out loud
But in my own head
I can't be heard
My heart can't reach
Those silent eyes
Running in circles
Falling and getting back up
My body covered
In gray and bruises
Obnoxious feelings
I punched the wall
Punched it so very hard
Bloodied fist
I made it rain blood
Red over gray
A cycle back
A memory forgotten
Opened my eyes
Ceiling fan still turning
Empty walls of white
But I didn't mind
A little white lie
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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