Why Do I Lie?

circles run and run for days,
grasping the earth with treachery,
what can I say to them today
when I've nothing else
to give away?

Tell me one thing.....
that I could have,
to take this
all away.

and my
literature, even,
struggles to take wing in these hearts
and that I wonder to myself,
what the hell am I to do?

I fear I am to die,
alone in broken leaves,
cracking apart to pieces in this air,
it's getting hard
to breathe.


here now is where I try to stand,
falling flat onto my face again---
do you know me??
I lied to you, regretful to let anyone in....

forget me,
let me go with your hatred,
and I become dirt....
the dust around you wanting
nothing more then living

can you hear me?
Do you even try to listen?,
damn your every sway!
How can I live to feel another day?
when I've nothing more to give

how can it take from me,
break me apart
for experimental merchandise
once left out by that port
and then I met you,
gentle with your words,
god help me I let you....
I let you take me away
how can I live another day
with every lie?

Reviews

[Aislinn]

This rings loudly, and I am fascinated to see more by you. I really feel that the poem climaxed in the 6th stanza. Between the 4th and 5th stanza there was a greater space between the stanzas, was that intentional, or a mistake? If it was intentional I'm curious what the point was. I hope to hear more of your voice though.

[Kristine Ferg]

It was a pause in moment to breathe. Thank you!