Mountain of lies

By: Khomotso Makitla

Dear loved one, It’s me your UNREQUITED LOVER. 
In hope I hoped that this day never unveil.
As your WHISPERS still roam free in brain, whispers 
and hisses of broken promises.
I nearly fumbled to open my heart once more, 
But I once trembled on your mountain of lies.

Stone by stone I was there but there I was not,
Piles of those stones turned into a mountain and far i was pushed.
That mountain’s shadow tinted my heart,
For my heart is dark still, and I thought I was tough like steel.
But you’ve shown how easy it is to steal, once vital organ,
And turn it into a hard and cold object.

But I watched as your mountain of lies Mounts and the colder you become.
The shoulder to cry on, turned into the shoulder that made me cry on,
Never believed in cruelty, but that was my reality.
Surely I didn’t believe that rubbles of stones can incline into this  shade of, 
Darkness, that blind folded me from seeing the majestic hill up front.

That why I like to say fool me once, and like ancient Artifacts you will,
Be the thing of the past. ©?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Agustin Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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October 16, 2025 at 12:01 PM
The pleasure is mine, to get a chance of expressing my thoughts and emotions.
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