They stand
where the cliff ends
In the corner,
where the whole truth bends
Piled up by
the uncovered layer of lies
They stay, never the same,
they want to hide
The fist, once filled
with the sand of trust
Now, devoured by the emptiness,
moments lost in gusts
They hear them, as if,
they only live in silence
But they defy the glimpse of screech,
even when they feel some violence
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Vishakha (
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Comments1
This poem is deep in metaphor and speaks to me. Loved the image of the corner where truth bends as do the walls at 90 degrees. Uncovered layer of lies that stay never the same. So well stated of the nature of lies. I could go on and on. A very well thought out and emoted poem a fave
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