Chapter 1 - Lying

-This poem I wrote one day after I found out the hard way that lying never does any good (not based upon white lies or lies to protect people and such) but I my lies that I create always seem to come back to haunt me.-



[LYING] ©

Lying on a soft silt bed

Upon the ground I laid my head

Staring up at the rippling sky

I whisper through my lips a well told lie

Wrapped in ribbons of silken rope

I can only pray and only hope

Down here where I fall and go

Dragged back in the undertow

I cry myself my silent tear

And let go all that's dear

In hope that I shan't sink

The lie which broke the link

Drowning in a sea of sorrow

Tied down by weights saved for tomorrow

The empty void that is my soul

Lies the lie that eats me whole

I scream my regrets as I sink beneath

Amongst the troubles and the grief

Ripped apart by guilt and pain

Above my tears are the rain

I broke the bounds that had me bind

As I kicked free I was soon to find

That as I swam upwards and free

The lies I spun were following me



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