At the end of my fope Poem, by sorenbarrett, at My poetic side

A selfish pact, deceit in fact is a cowardly act

Strand by strand it weaves a band that entangles foot and hand

With each lie, the harder I try, the tighter the knot I tie

No end to be found, once one is bound, these cords can never be unwound

Each lie pled, a ghost of the dead, whose haunting coils can not be shed

I continue to grope, but I have no hope to remove this suicidal rope

When a tongue is loose, there is no use, it forms a hangman’s noose

My face turned red, honor a shred, my character dangling dead

Don’t be misled, a lie once said, may leave you hanging by a thread

Comments +

L. B. Mek January 14th, 2022 07:39
buttery-smooth, flow
kinda like how most lies
are stealthily silken, whispered
to bypass our awareness..
a fun read, thanks for sharing
sorenbarrett January 16th, 2022 20:38
Thanks so much for reviewing my poem. I appreciate your comments

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