The check is in the mail, they always say,
A promise that keeps hunger at the door.
In words so sweet, yet hold the wolves at bay,
A life postponed, while pockets remain poor.
They dangle hope, a carrot just in reach,
To silence cries that echo from the past.
The lie's a lesson, bitter truths they teach,
That trust in empty words can never last.
This lie, a mask, to hide the void within,
A check that buys the time we cannot spend.
In dreams deferred, where hope is paper-thin,
We learn to mend the hearts they cannot mend.
In endless wait, the truth's a glaring pale,
The biggest lie, the check is in the mail.
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Comments2
Excellent
Some great lines here with a view of life as difficult at best and impossible at worst. Nicely written
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your feedback and insight on my work
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