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, written decades ago. I was reminded of it after reading Santita’s masterful poem of the same name.
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Good write. The problem with lies is that you need to remember which one you have told to whom.
Exactly!!! Thanks!!!
Yeah , some people lie then lie again and again .. and at some point they need to tell the truth . It doesn’t help the person who is lying or the person being lied to
So true! And thank you for coming all the way back here. Believe it or not, I wrote this one back in 1992 or 1993 (dating myself here…lol) back when I was about 14/15 years old. I wish I dated my poems after writing them back then because the memory gets fuzzier and fuzzier. Lessons learned 😂 I now always put the date and location written when I finish a poem (not that I publish that info…but it helps me remember!) Anyway, back to your comment. 💯 You are totally right! I am super glad the poem resonated! Thank you again, my friend, for time traveling with me! I really appreciate it!
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