One day I lied a small lie.
The next day I made up a second small lie.
The third day I had three lies.
These lies went to five lies,
And then to seven lies,
And then ten lies,
Until I was drowining in a lake of lies.
And the lies kept getting deeper and deeper,
As I was sinking farther and farther down.
Until I found myself lost
In and endless abyss of lies
That kept surrounding me.
And the only way out was to tell the TRUTH!
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my earliest poems, wrotten decades ago. I was reminded of it after reading Santita’s masterful poem of the same name.
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Comments1
Good write. The problem with lies is that you need to remember which one you have told to whom.
Exactly!!! Thanks!!!
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