i cannot lie,
well i could
if i try—
that is, lie—
an effort
i won’t apply.
so you don’t
have to scry
i’m afraid
to
die,
to lose my
thought supply—
just not more than
enduring
the endless strife
of what we call
life.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 10, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: November 10th, 2026 08:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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Comments1
Tristan the first thing that hit me was a person that could not lie down for some reason in a flash my mind went to the telling of the truth but it is a fun play on words none the less. Now scry is most uncommon now days I guess not many keep a crystal ball anymore. Although I believe it can be done in a pool of water. I wonder if one can scry from a pool they cry. Enough silliness back to the poem. Most people do say they are afraid to die. As for me I'm not afraid of death I fear pain, physical or emotional. A fun poem of rhyme that flows as it goes. Nice one my friend
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