The Cage
The curious thing about lying is,
that you need not even speak words aloud,
to foster poisonous untruths; their bliss,
can come from lips tightly sealed by a shroud.
Many days, long years, in fact, I have tried,
to manage my affairs from quiet hills.
I thought p’wr would come from the fears I hide,
yet I know now that restraint often kills.
I could abide, in my sanctum, alone,
ignoring truths that are dying within.
Alas, now I see that others are prone,
to losing strength on account of my sin.
Lies kill truth and I rip others apart,
letting poor truth rot away in my heart.
23 June 2016
Written for “Sweet little lies” contest, sponsored by The Silent One
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