Deception Lies Within
December 15, 2021
Disease: A poem about lying
I sit quietly and ponder in thought
What should I say and what should I hide?
What words will cause the least disaster?
What words will cause the least casualties of human emotion,
What is the simplest way out?
After days and days of pondering
the thought becomes a pounding headache
A migraine
A malady
A nightmare
A facade
A blur between reality and my destiny
But no it can’t be
Surely there is a way to cure it?
A way to contain it?
A way to refrain from spreading it?
Through all the searching and exploration it’s a dead end
but alas the cure is found, the solution to all the symptoms
But it comes with a cost
Although be merry, for the cost is just a fraction
A fraction of your time, thought, and emotion
A fragment of your health, whether physical or mental
Be wary
For the fraction can become a whole
And the disease can spread
And it does, spreading far and wide in every direction
and I begin to tremble
As I realize that no mask or cure can contain it
And
I
am the transmitter
The Fall:
The lie is manipulative
It’s bittersweet like a sour patch
And with a strong aroma
bringing me so close, that I can smell it from kilometers away.
I float towards it like a mouse to a slice of cheese
Soon I feel it trickling down my back like an ice cube
I see it racing towards me, roaring in its approach
Step by step the figure grows and grows
As It pulls me closer and closer
I lose sight of the light
The truth
The right
The lie reaches with its hand that’s full of deception and distrust
With its arms wide open welcoming me in
I leisurely move toward it
It takes ahold of me with the strength of a viper snake
I claw and scream but no one can hear me
for the void I have fallen into has no hope
It’s no longer my choice, no longer my path
Soon I’m left with nothing
But the void and the lie
They’re all lies:
They’re all lies
white lies, big lies, or bold lie
No matter the color or size
They all cause corruption
All cause distortion
All cause distrust
So why do we separate them?
Why are they given names, when they end in the same result?
Fear, pain, and agony
Why are they given names when they’re all for the same cause
Malice, pride, and angst
Why is lie praised more than the truth?
How many times until it becomes second nature until it’s your destiny?
Lying is a facade
But only so few can see behind it
Some can see behind the shadows
The lips, the eyes. They can dig deeper than the surface
And explore much further
So much further to the extent that you’re no longer shielded
No longer in a shelter or a haven
No weapon can keep you safe from any
white lie, big lie, or bold lie,
For they are all lies
Aishani • Jan 4, 2022 at 8:47 pm
Wow! This poem was so well written, and conveyed the fear of Covid so poetically!
Karen Samuel • Dec 15, 2021 at 2:40 pm
Hi! Leave any feedback here I would love to here your thoughts! Have a good day!
Karen Samuel • Feb 16, 2022 at 1:54 pm
Hear* lol