THE LIES
By Roland E. Williams
The lies remain and joined by others
You let them
You must
You did not devise them
But you are the lie
It is your calling
Unwillingness has mastered the minds
And you, you have grown almost comfortable
With being the lie
After knowing you had to convince yourself
That it is best to hate one person
Instead of two
Others
Who parented you as the lie
One half refusing recognition
The other’s nose bleeds
But not that dark blood
That which your heart secretes
Ever since and ever will
The truth will not make you less of a lie
At most you might enter the grey
The truth has been twisted
In awkward angles
Those of which lies are made of
They come to your door
Both seen and unseen
They come to your life
Unannounced
Bringing their lies
And all others with them
Knowledge of you they have
Not
But that does nothing to stifle
Their assertive attitude
Where does this emanate from?
From the lie that you are
From your inability of ill-thoughts
From a future wrongly projected
The years have enslaved you
Into quietude and silence
You are now the lie
The fate you sealed
The moment you chose for love
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