What lies in the dark.

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 24, 2014


I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton
sleeves as the fabric unraveled and I
crafted another ugly excuse.

Honesty and I were almost lovers,
tucking each other in on the coldest
most daunting nights and brushing
stray hairs from ashen faces;
I revered it (my sanctuary)
until
I denied its touch, sleeping in caves,
and so it whimpered then drifted away.

I'm not sure why I called myself safe,
why I pretended to be a realist when
reality tastes so bitter. I cannot keep living
in a dream, convinced that my secrets do
not affect anyone.

Sometimes, I lie
with the intention to never hurt those I love,
yet by hiding my suffering,
I hurt those who can read between my lies,

those who know the things I do in the
inescapable dark.

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Inspired by "Sometimes you do things" by Sarah Zale.
Written 11/07/14
Workshop #2 for my poetry class.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Greeter

    I thought about writing you a good review. However, the more I think about what to write, the more I lose the joy to read poems. In some of your pieces, after reading them over and over again, I found out that there are a few inconsistencies that I would like to point out, but when I attempt to do so, I get drawn towards technicalities that as a reader I simply overlook. If I were to point them out, then your piece would lose the meaning that you have given it and I would feel like a jerk.

    So I find myself in a dilemma. Thus, I'm not going to point out what I'd consider inconsistencies. I'm just going to say how I feel about the poem and the effect it has on me as a reader.

    This poem is relatable. At one point or another, we have lied to those we love because we believe that if we tell them the truth, then they could get hurt. However, those who love us and knows us, they know when we lie or when there is something going on with us. Thus in reality, by us lying to them, it defeats the purpose for why we lied to them, which it was to not hurt them. However, by us lying to them and them knowing we are "lying" to them, or them seeing there's something wrong with us and us not telling them, it can hurt them as twice as much. So morale of the story, It's better not to lie.

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