When I looked up
"Poem of Lies"
In the files,
All I found was
An empty page.
My lies are
Bright and strong
Sending a beacon out
That no one
Is sure to miss
So I wondered
Where did they
All go?
How can one have
An empty page?
It scares me
These lies that
Are missing.
What if someone
Is reading them?
Staring deep into
My soul.
As a child I lied
Quite a bit.
To avoid trouble,
To get something
I wanted
To avoid telling
A truth I felt
Uncomfortable
Revealing.
I soon learned
That even the
Little lies
Multiply and
Confuse, muddying
The lines, and my
Truths would soon
Be questioned.
You can lose yourself
In the lies.
No longer able
To find the truth
Of who you are,
You become someone
You don't know
the real you
Swallowed up
In the negative
Energy.
There are millions of
People in the world,
But in the end it
All comes down
To one.
Lies or no lies
When Love enters
Your life
All the lies
become obsolete
And only the truth
Can remain.
Jupiterjane