The Lie. A poem.

(They lived the lie)
Squeezing through gaps in walls grown around themselves
Too high to climb, so much easier in between, in stealth

(Shifting patterns of discourse)
Clockwork fundamentals and wanton thought distractions
A world built upon duplicitous arguments and actions

(The audience and the empty tale)
Franchised so eagerly, outrageously, multifaceted and bold
Some level of acceptance won, for untruths bought and sold

(The error of their ways)
The wolf cried boy cried wolf, in judgements purveyed
Friends thought won now bled, long-term crisis of faith

They lived the lie that left them broken
And, as with all broken things, tossed aside and rotten
They became, in time
Lost
Forgotten

This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked and commented.

Next week I start two new uni subjects. I hope to write more poetry in the future. Time will tell.

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