Christopher Goss Poet Free verse

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

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