Lies

Oiled and preened
Plucked and tucked
Everything as it should, no
As they see it should be

Plied with cloths of gold
Piled high with gems and stones
Their shroud of protection being more like a weight of confinement.
Taking all your strength to place a single foot in front of the other.
None left to flee
None left to even turn away.

As they force me to take those last few steps
I now know what this was all for
Its not a lavish wedding, filled with drink and high spirits.
Its my wake as I am to be traded for lands and titles.

Why would they lie?
Did they not know I would sacrifice all, if just asked?

Then I see them, the one I am to be traded to.
Hollow eyes.
Stiff back.
Not a sign of a smile.
Yet gilded in gold and encrusted in jewels.

What thing did they sell me to?
Will I be tormented? 
What must I do to be free?

I must be weak, I heard them say.
So weak that I’m looking for escape before it even begins.

But didn’t they know, the torment started the second they lied.

analogycorruptionfearhistoryintrospectionfree verse

♡Like0

Poem

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.